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Invisible Foe

I bow before you
 humanity's invisible foe.
I know you have stealthily entered my and my dear ones' abodes.
Door, window or some crevice which one was your entrance is quite cumbersome to know ?
But for some time l know you are going to stay.
I know during this fortnightly unwelcomed stay you are 
Gradually taking roots and are about to grow
But eventually you have to go.
You came in some indiscernible disguise 
Making futile everyone's careful attempts to prove themselves wise.
A little more caution,
A little more precaution,
A little more care and concern,
Where did all that little more go wrong?
Bitten by you ,all your vulnerable preys are holding their ever spinning, churning heads in their scared, feeble hands pondering over were they fools to consider themselves strong?
The invisible line that separated us from multitude of those gasping for breaths,
That separated us from lakhs of those who are queued up outside dilapidating ,full to twice than their capacity, buildings boasting boldly about Indian health services, with tears in eyes and prayers in their hearts to save and protect pieces of their hearts.
That alienated us from those who are lying hot and isolated in their shut abodes.
Towards whose homes people look with abhorrence  and stigmatizing them as if they were not homes but cusps of volcanoes waiting to burst.
I bow before you
 humanity's invisible foe .
Can you tell me when and how we all crossed that thin line?
Did you swim?
Did you fly?
Did you crawl
Or did you leap to break into our sweet abodes?
We know that you are quicker than chameleon in changing your form.
We know that you have not one but hundreds of mutant strains.
We know all seals of protection on our faces you have power to break.
We know you have no pity , peace or sympathy for little ones, young or those who are having decrepit bones.
Mark my words
Humanity's invisible foe
Sooner or later you will see your fall.
Believe me
As long as you were far
we were worried ,we were scared
but now we are free from your fear.
Since now we have no other option but to face you with a grace and bow before you for the time being humanity's invisible foe.




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