Malik Shahid
So it is knocking
Dusty, muddy doors
Rushing in wind pace
With its baleful arrival
Frightening masses
While we take it light
Make it’s fun
Pandemic is this pluage
Read inky pages
It’s psychology of impact
But man stands mute
The cholera, the flu
Considered them disease
In hollow tunnels of mind
Unknown is Corona
But Wuhan its origin
We don’t have medicine
But precaution is isolation
Hey! Blessing is the lockdown
Regret and bow down
Repent your deeds lusty
Today, right now
Before him
Before divine!
