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CORONA LIMERICK - 7

Is the virus in my backyard lurking ?
Or, has it in my body been homing ?
I do hear constant sirens,
And do feel glottal pains.
Whate'er, Bug can't on me so enforcing !

Does the virus have rights o'er my life ?
Is this life so thin-skinned to its mischief ?
No way, I am indebted !
Nothing, I have inherited !
Why should I be afraid of this rascal thief ?

Yet, sometimes, aches my throat, chokes my nose.
The house shakes with my coughs, nasal blows.
But as habitual I've been,
I quaff tea ginger in,
Exercise, 'so vitamins, the Vice goes...

Many times, thus, the virus has risen,
Many times, thus, the virus has fallen
With the sirens outside,
With the roars inside,
But my life is too safe to be bitten !

Yet, a creature can't utter immortal.
Like those numberless dead, I'm 'so mortal.
Yet so, I do not worry; .
Ere the virus kills me,
I've already arranged my burial.

-- N P SAMAL 


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