O God! You are ever solemnly sought after to extend Your Hands of succour and protection:
When man's so-called safest shields of pride fail and fall before his self-wrought destruction,
When his nuclear weapon proof armours of arrogance easily and shamefully succumb to a negligible virus,
When his haughty and hallucinatory heavens turn more ruinous than a cancerous curse!
O God! You are earnestly sought after and begged to show a drop of sympathy, and shower a dram of mercy:
When man's audacious Titanic of affluence, ego and sin collides with the Inchcape Rock of preponderancy,
To proclaim silently that "He is ever a helpless and hapless puppet in Your Hands,
His boastful and vain knowledge is million times less than a nucleus of boundless desert's sands,
His dastardly dictatorship can be destroyed as effortlessly by You as the insignificant dusts are blown by a Tempest,
He must never mistake to be the absolute, arbitrary and invincible Ruler being only Your invited, temporary and terrestrial guest!"
Thus, man must learn, once for all, to abide
by Your noblest and most vital injunctions,
Else, he will perish by the invisible, unbearable and incurable stings of Corona's Parents before he finds the potent and patent healing injections!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra. 17.04.20
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