A Robotic creature turns up to a Doctor and says
I am touched by Corona
I wish you do serve me well treat me well
But its family says to the Doctor
Don’t touch us
As you touch the Corona patients
What If the Doctor says the same?
All the family is kissed by Corona and stamped under earth.
A lifeless spirit bumps into a police on the road and say
I may hit by Corona
I wish you guard us well against its spread
But don’t come near us
As you may around the contagious
What if the police says ‘go to hell I don’t care wherever you roam’?
The herd will be murdered by a bad virus brutally.
A brian-less soul orders a municipality worker or a nurse or any person delivering their services in this terrible battle;
To perform their activity properly
Yet it treats them like untouchables and objects them entering their own houses
What if they renounce their aid and sit safely at home
The fool soul suffocate to breath in its own shelter
We are not robots I suppose
We are neither life less spirits nor brainless souls
We are empathetic as well as sympathetic
It’s time to gear up to share Its time to widen shrunken thinking
Its time to fulfill our dutiful part It’s time to shed the broken reasoning
Confining to the home
Confining to the messages from our rulers
Confining to the society’s propriety
Confining to the nation’s rationale
Flaring a big bow to our protectors
Pledging a big owe to our uniters
Wait for a bright blooming Sun coming!
