COVID-19

—Ankan Kuilya

Emptiness, emptiness, full of emptiness!
My celestial country is consumed
By covetous cruel emptiness!
The weird worm wooed my ladylove
And in tenebrous couch he’s lacerating
What I worship weaving sacred love.

O dear God!
You are successful then!
Your bloody desire was gained,
Nefarious hunger flows in his vein,
In her venerable venter baby-worm
Voraciously drinking vintage.

All leaves are howling like baby-thirteen

For the lack of Olympian golden light.
They’re brutally bump up by Covid-19.
Arrogant avenue signed his confession
And before the royal court of ruin
Is still standing in naked position.

Nor the west wind, trojan warriors can resist to create a black chapter.
O nature! Lock me, lock us in your womb.
Make him mortal, exhale him so far.
Easter will pay your wounded soul
Sweetheart, you’ll get sweet freedom
Charming aroma again attack us whole.