The Fancy Name Virus–Corona
- a Poem
- by Sreehari Kodakkal
You came from Wuhan,
Without even a clue man!
You seem to have spikes,
And you survived for many nights.
You kill without a bill,
And fear did you spill.
You made many eyes fill,
And you remain still.
You travelled across the sea,
And had found the main key.
And I tell you, you will have to pay a fee,
And that day you will see.
You brought up a new word- quarantine,
And destroyed the rule of crime.
Is this for creating fear,
I know you’re very near.
Don’t you have a dear,
Who will shed in times a tear.
Please turn your gear,
‘Cos we’ll face you not from the rear.
Sreehari Kodakkal
from Kannur, in Kerala, India, is an aspiring teen, keen to write short stories & poems. Sreehari likes to give wings to his imagination and to his thoughts, and feels that the best possible way to express them is to put pen to paper.
