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A VIRUS FROM NOWHERE

Beating his chest on swell with indestructible pride,
With thumping arms of skills, and feats the world astride,
The victor condemn'd the mass disarm'd, defeated, crush'd -
All features, fun, future to subjugation lost.

No notice of afflictions took the autocrat,
In strongest blows of pain shook not his stubborn heart;
All powerful was he with henchmen, tricks, and arms,
Unrivalled, unopposed of the acts and wicked farms.

Confined were destinies and lives to decimation
Under the pedestal of mass- exploitation
On which flourish'd the despot with harlots and loots.
If only immortal being among all mortal brutes !

Invincible was the tyrant by wind, water and fire,
His permission if granted not, none could respire;
If wish'd he, shook the leaves, suckled the cow her calf,
And when in wrath, would corpses fall beneath his laugh.

Resign'd, the wretched men lay to the state did loom -
In dread, despair and danger of some further doom
If they from the infernal pains would get respite
And blissful life would usher in a novel light.

In an instant, up woke the whole to a revelation -
So grand and glorifying, that the empire had fallen.
There fell the oppressor none to hear his rotting groans,
And eating his body was some nondescript virus...

                                        N P SAMAL

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