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The pandemic: A poem by Jayashree Bhattacherjee


Dumbfounded, panic-stricken, I muse, “The world is too much with us”
Frankenstein-like hideous monster, although invisible, is threatening the world – it’s the Corona Virus
The colossal suffering, death, the pandemic, to the  world has brought such a doom
Sad and weary, every heart is crushed with grief and gloom
In isolation, my bleeding heart takes refuge in  the softness of my child
Affection drizzling, a teardrop roll down my cheek in the dark night
I am on immunosuppressants, I lack immunity
Medicating on powerful drugs, to illness I’ve more vulnerability
Several symptoms like coughing and sneezing are highly infectious
If I fall a victim, it’ll be so disastrous
Now my heart flutters as dusk approaches, my soul shivers at dawn
Will peace come, will I see smiles again on the faces of my own?
In this time of crises, I seek solace in books and poetry
That only reduces my fear, calms my rage and creates a sanctuary
I turn restless with the cauldron of agonies and worries over the threat
Though a sad story, we will embattle and not give up yet
Fear is contagious, but so is love, faith, and hope
While maintaining distance, let the world come together as humanity and cope
The sun will surely shine, the storm will come to pass
Let’s create a pandemic of inner heroism and strength to emerge victorious.