Searching For Meaning Poem by Subrata Ray

Search For Meaning.

No Holocust!
No Concentration Camp!
No Nazzy grudge
But a tiny Virus Corona
The diabolic wreath of Omen.

Nothing is there to wage war
Save prayer for Ablution of sin
With panic sweat and dumb Science.

Locked down and as if blocked
Tic tic stops the clock
The days lose their names
The weeks oblivious of months.

Who knows who are survivals
The street dogs beggars and earls
The volcano of hunger and cursed poverty
The just born infant to age of ninety.

The present predicts no future
Protection and assumption are the measures
Standstill, no will, and fading hope
None knows where to question and why! ? @.Subrata Ray