Live Through The Doom's Day (Poem Of Solace During Covid-19) Poem by Vivek Tiwari

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
Doom's dominion opens wide- deadening and dire;
Fear and fright celebrate throughout
Feasting on panic, pain and pyre.

Death dances frenzied on the drums of disaster
Dreadens Hades in his realm of horror;
Everywhere deafens the gong of knell
Calling the live in the legion of dead.

People too less to funeral their dearest
Time too short to count the tolls of death
Earth too small to tomb the deceased
Life stands lamenting at her helpless being!

Master remains no more than a fragile mortal
Weaker than a puppet facing the fatal
His vaulting ambition to suck Her (Nature's) dainty
Succumbs to the lack of her breathing plenty.

Fear goes deep into blood and veins
While the deadliest monster travels unseen
More people do die dreadened
Than do die diseased.

Though it's a phase of Darkness and Devil
Truth of some horrific story
But night can never be dark enough
To withhold the Morning Glory!

Let's connect through our hearts
In blessings and prayer- letting our grudges aside-
For those diseased, deceased and bereaved,
And join in deeds of human pride.

Let Love not lose nor faith doth betray
Hold unto Hope to live through the Doom's Day!