Corona Is Knockingat The Door Poem by Prabir Gayen

Corona Is Knockingat The Door



Corona is at our doorstep

Corona is knocking at the door,
Flame of life is in front of wind,
Violent storm and feral fume,
Unprecedented Providence,
Corona is striding passively,
To crown us with fateful fatality,
Life is brittle and it is like
a cold-short bubble,
a mere dream,
Thoughts come and go with small gap
of thoughtless space,
Death is interwoven within thoughts,
Life is a mirage and nothing is to guard it
from impending doom,
Corona comes to balance the earth,
Death is a great balancer and a blessing too,
to enrich life.

Corona is knowing at the door,
With silent aria of fatal wisdom,
The design of natural law is hidden,
Viewless wings are plying like a
Nimble-eyed Destiny,
Corona is like a silent call unheard,
The call from the otherworld
and the nether world,
Silent arsenal of Mother Nature,
The Yellow colour of Life is sturdy,
Red, Blue and green colours are setting
under untidy clouds,
Life is weak and uncertain before
the certain upshot of death,
Only certainty is death and it is the best,
Corona is breathing over our Life.

@prabir Gayen:
14 May,2020,11: 25 AM.

Corona Is Knockingat The Door
Thursday, May 14, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: life and death
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Life and death
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Vidya Murali 17 May 2020

Thoughts come and go with small gap of thoughtless space, Insightful lines... The uncertainty of life and certainty of death is well expressed as melancholy. I need to read another poem of yours with positive thought. Thank you for sharing. Vidya Murali

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Me Poet Yeps Poet 16 May 2020

CORONA IS MILLIONS YEARS OLD NOW ONLY WE STAND AT OPEN DOORS TO IT HOLD LOL

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Edward Kofi Louis 14 May 2020

Coronavirus! ! ! The first plague! Death at the door! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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