Millions, Billions, Trillions
I know not.
French kiss or Indian hugs,
I know not.
Social contacts, HIV or cancer,
I know not.
Party food, roast dog meat, or fried bacon,
I know not.
I am not Celia’s Song of Jonson,
Or Dickinson’s sandal table,
I am free and bold,
Walk in hot or cold,
In Chapel, Mosque, Temple,
Gurudwara or be it Synagogue.
Anywhere everywhere,
Any time all time
On the lock of your iron shell,
Wherein lies heaps of pearls,
Diamonds and gold,
Dipped in human blood,
I live there in the squeezed hands
Of Prince and Princess, and
Shine brightly on the clanks of wine glasses
In the hands of State Heads.
I live on the red lips of Miss Universe,
I live on cherry chins of Mistress
In her brass bed of passion of the cozy home,
I am there.
Fight me if you dare,
I have put my signature as:
‘The World is closed today’
I am out and walk proudly,
Fearless Patriarch not to be seen
And you all imprisoned in your egg shell.
It’s I: your Corona micro baby.
Now out from the punctured pink balloon,
That was thrown on the silky road of Wuhan.
I am spiky and colorless from the colored;
Rose up from a sharp and shiny nails of mortal beauty
And danced in the eyes of Maneka.
How poor that man gazing out from the window
As turtle walks shaking head
To see the clear blue sky.
‘Get in… I the COVID command you.
Don’t you see__
I am speechless,
Senseless,
Worthless,
Fearless,
But not hopeless and hapless
At any boundary of The Great Wall of China.
I did mine. Now you do yours.
I am not the furious fire of Amazon,
I am not high tides in the ocean of Tokyo,
I am not the deep earth crack of Latoor,
And the Hurricanes of America.
You all sleep in silence and buzz not of me
That has fallen as broken star on your earth planet.
I am your own COVID.
Madani Mohiuddin Ahmad
King Saud University, Riyadh, KSA
