Dear Corona, I Am Not Angry With You

Poetry

Photo by Jackson Simmer on Unsplash

Dear Corona virus —
You kill us,
So on our blood,
You could thrive
To survive…

Your intention is not wrong,
For it’s a basic wish
of every living being —
To survive at any cost
no matter, others’ lives are lost…

I neither blame nor
am angry with you
and your strains,
For —
You are far better
than us, humans…

Man kills his fellow brother,
for mere pleasure
or in the name of religion
and color…

Man wages war —
To just show his power,
and for power…
Destroys families
and fertile lands.
Survivors turn poor,
living rest of their lives
in terror
of their worst nightmare…

Now!
You are
every man’s worst fear.
Your presence
made it very clear —
Wealth, Weapons
And Power
are worthless before
ONE SUPREME CREATOR…