The world (and India too), Is fighting the war, unforeseen Against a sub-microscopic army That keeps multiplying, By every passing moment: Against whom All the lethal weapons In the arsenals Of all the nations combined Are useless; And the military helpless, The governments at loss And the politicos silent; The businesses suffer. When the larger chunks Of people Have lost their breads And their homes, and honour; And are running From pillars to post. The urban folks At large, Sit at home – restless, Angry, deprived , desperate: But, safe (?) While, The medicos do fight, At the front – They win Some of the battles, while losing others; And losing their lives, In the course. It seems Inflated human arrogance, Will be humbled By Gaia, And will be shown its place! 13th Apr...
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