Waves in the ocean
rise up once most
with froth and fury
then fall down
recede to the shore.
The splutter, the splash
the fall down with a thud
are terrific to watch eliciting
fear and awe.
The first wave of the current
pandemic, a mild infection
took wings spread across
the world turning deadly.
Hundreds , thousands, millions
succumb to the new virus
with the world under
lock down.
Gagged mouths, as seen
nowhere and at no time
becomes a common sight,
compulsory rather.
The wave subsides
normalcy returns
not too sure for reasons
unknown.
The second picks up
with a momentum,
travelling in a
supersonic speed.
A retreat is on the anvil
the panic kills. Hindus would
call it karma and conclude
the [i]Kaliyuga [/i]
will end and with that
mankind will become
extinct. That could
be the end of the world.
Meenas Poems 