Beyond The Storm Poem by MBJ Pancras

The world was in the caress of peace and harmony,
Transactions among nations were in uninterrupted channels,
The sun was in his chore the moon in her duty and too the stars,
And the story of life had its enactment perfectly on stage.
Alas! There formed a depression in the face of human life,
Men and women watched the sky turn black,
But they counted it a regular feature to get drenched,
For there would fall a shower as usual to clean the earth.
The wind in the air convulsed; a mild storm rose,
Men and women unfolded their umbrellas but as usual,
Countless umbrellas walked and fulfilled their transactions.
Behold! There struck a lightning upon a life,
And he met his death for his time had come.
Everyone knows the truth of exit out of life.
Behold! There struck a lightning upon another life,
And the mishap ignited a doubt in the medical world.
The storm turned violent and lightning turned uncontrolled.
Men and women fell as corpses on roads and corridors.
The storm had its origin sneaked out from the East.
People's dreams shattered; a topsy-turvy society.
The storm wasted the West with massive catastrophe,
The medical rooms and medical doctors were in panic,
For there was no room to fight the storm in the weather room,
The storm had no definite direction, but blasted betwixt the horizons.
Men and women lost their kith and kin; and heard sirens.
An enigmatic puzzle flashed into specialists' minds,
With microscopes there began a series of researches,
It was a fickle-minded organism mutating.
Questions over questions were built upon its origin,
But it is still hidden beneath the couch of terrific silence.
The storm of the pandemic devastated the structure of life;
Fall of human life; decline or world economy;
A challenge unto medical technology; a threat to survival.
Devoid of empathy the vicious microscopic virus eats human lives.
Supremacy among nations became the dice to ruin peace.
Separation in isolation was the logic behind Lock Down.
It was a stormy downpour keeping the umbrellas indoors.
The life of the world scrambled through dark tunnels,
It's everyone's question if doomsday at the threshold.
The story of life changed its enactment as tragedy.
Will the tragedy come to an end or to go beyond the storm?
Will it be the end of the virus or the end of humanity?
Everyone shall know that we are all tenants awhile,
So, it's wise to think beyond the storm what we would be.