The Pandemic Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

And the turns and ups and downs
You can't say who is going to live
And who is going to die;

The night weeps under the smoke
Filled sky-
Stars gaze like helpless children
Hungry and starved of love;

Half of the moon has been
Eaten away by times rustic cycle,
Sound of wailing is lifted up by tepid air.

Deserted streets, shutters down,
Plants drooping their heads like
Shamed youths failing their parents.

The fight to survive
Gasping and trembling;
Waiting for pricks of needles
Vacant eyes looking at the burning pyres.
We are cursed.