Apocalypse on the anvil

Virus bookmarked the history of mankind.

The virus which looks like a child’s toy

Is quite insidious and ubiquitous

The roads are empty, the crowds too small

And no trace of life outside, none at all.

Wild life ventured further,

While the streets are empty ,

Wild creatures lingered and wandered.

If what they saw is unreal.

Man caged in their homes.

The virtual hug replaced the actual hug.

Lockdown gave time to introspect

To think of accomplishing unfulfilled dreams.

To widen one’s horizons.

Meeting new people and forging strong bonds.

The future keeps receding.

Certainty has collapsed.

©Karil

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