#corona
The days too eventually fell silent,
No sounds, not even by the crows,
All you could hear was the sound of,
Fear knocking on the doors,
As our hearts are steady racing,
as our minds are steady pacing,
as a disease that is so deadly,
that we avoid to try facing,
even with wearing a mask,
protection is what we ask,
this virus can wipe out many,
the vaccines only help, if any,
they will only last for a while,
just as long as the trial,
then it starts all over again,
keep fighting and don't give in,
COVID-19 can bring you damage,
vaccinate, be cautious and manage.
B.R.
Date: 5/13/2026
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 10:52 PM UTC
You see me with novelty
But I was just dormant
My seniors
Bubonic plague
Small pox
Typhoid
Swine flu
Have taken all the space in the wall of fame
Virology gave me just a small space in its pages
But now
I decided to give a comeback
To this planet with a new normal
To add myself as an era to history.
I migrate from country to country
I'm indefatigable
None can discover my place of stay
I see people wash their hands
Like they have touched a wet paint that will not go until its washed
I can make the medical world go nuts
As I change my genomes like morphing shapes
Is there a way to curb me?
Yes.
You have to lock youself inside your house,
Counting the days left to go back to normal
My ears are flooded with the cries of the world but I am numb
Numb to their feelings
If you turn on your tv
You'll enter into the world of madness made by me.
Share markets stumble
Work life crumbles
All social beings grumble
Noone to pray in the temple
Incase if you wanna hear my name
I am Corona
Air's colonizer.
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 11:15 AM UTC
.
A bloodthirsty old woman you see,
a cockroach from Satan’s
“Crisis Committee”,
For long she pillaged,
children she snatched and slayed
their blood she drank and ate,
to rejuvenate.
She flayed their skin,
affixed in place on her own face,
Corona was her name,
The old hag was insane.
When her evil deeds were told,
the airplanes soared,
in aim to **** us all.
On Earth they made the poisons fall.
They had us all locked down,
with muzzles restrained,
padlocks and chains,
ankle bracelets for home detention,
false tests on prescription,
deceived and plundered,
blamed for infection,
medications proscribed,
fresh air they denied,
On our freedom they put boundaries,
halfwits, scoundrels.
And when they “eased up” on their “measures”,
the camps were full over the rim,
large - scale butchering,
looted livers and kidneys,
burning the living victims,
“to prevent the spread of infection”
evidence concealed for our own protection.
She had working hours,
sleeping before noon,
was contagious only in the afternoon.
Half the world she vaccinated,
with poisons injected,
what is going on,
you are going to see,
billions of dead bodies are yet to be!
Forget we must not,
Lest not forgive,
Let’s arrest and sentence them to death,
they should not be left to live!
.
Saša Milivojev
Translated by Ljubica Yentl Tinska
www.sasamilivojev.com
Copyright © by Saša Milivojev, 2020 - 2022 - All Rights Reserved
Jun 14, 2022
Jun 14, 2022 at 6:40 PM UTC
You have to admit, the future's looking bright
- with corona seeming to fizzle out a bit, with
cryptocurrency, the metaverse and the futuristic,
kiss-your-sister quality of lab-grown meat to
save the planet - yep, things are looking up.
Feb 14, 2022
Feb 14, 2022 at 9:12 AM UTC
He passes through the room like a bubble in champagne, unattached, teflon coated, and somehow freer than the rest of us. “Jordie’s here,” Leong says in an excited whisper.
“Yeah,” I sigh, adjusting my mask, “saw him.” She smiles like a cat behind hers. Leong knows I’m crushing on Jordie and she finds it delicious information which she waves at me like a flag whenever he’s around.
We’re processing in, distancing and passing table to table. Leong can be with me because, as roommates, we’ll be quarantining together. Lisa joins us, she’s back from the restroom. “Jordie’s here,” she says, bouncing up on her toes to better scan the room.
I don’t look at him but he fills my horizon like a thunderhead. He’s all I can see, even when I’m not looking at him. We reach the end of a row of tables and bam, there he is, six feet away. He says hi, I say hi - I’m very professional as we exchange looping, harmless euphemisms for settling in for spring semester - then he’s called to the next station.
“If only we weren’t so busy,” I say, holding this fiction in front of me like a shield. “Yeah,” Leong and Lisa say, practically together, and smiling like thieves.
Jan 15, 2022
Jan 15, 2022 at 8:34 AM UTC
Lisa and I got our emails the same day.
She read hers first. She made a small
sighing sound, the faintest of protests.
Then broke the news, with a scowl,
“They’re moving classes online “temporarily.”
I don’t want to talk about Corona any more
- I want to scream about it. Maybe we’ll
graduate, in three years, without knowing
what most of our classmates look like -
antithetical to university “networking”.
I’m lucky, I know - I’m only inconvenienced.
I roam, safely, indoors, impatiently untouched by
adult, real world concerns, like jobs and money.
So I’ll keep my head up and smile like those
glamorous, happy girls in ****** commercials.
Jan 4, 2022
Jan 4, 2022 at 8:20 AM UTC
I know someone who thinks he's enlightened,
while other people are still quite frightened.
He knows for sure that Corona is a lie,
just as much as pigs can't fly.
No point discussing things with him,
for he considers everything I say as dim.
Don't watch the news, he says, it's all fake,
the truth is, that your freedom is at stake.
Certain media channels tell you for a fact
that the richest people have formed a pact.
With subtle methods they keep you at bay,
and aim to shape you like a piece of clay.
Think about the real reason for vaccination,
it's enough to give you fear and trepidation.
Aren't you a little grim and negative, I say,
isn't it even paranoid to think that way?
He smugly looks at me 'cos he thinks he's right,
and pities me as I won't put up a fight.
I suppose belief is bliss no matter how misguided
or how badly informed one views things lopsided.
Perhaps he's survived by learning how to swim,
but where would we be, if we all thought like him.
Jul 5, 2021
Jul 5, 2021 at 3:36 AM UTC
Painting glossy images of life and
laughter
sitting near the window thinking about what has gone and what could have happened;
folded hands in prayers restless minds over sleepless nights counting stars over wishes to push the button~ renew, restart and rebuild.
Alarm rings to wake us from unsettling nightmares
Chores and stern face to pursue for bills await and responsibility to ensue.
When the night crawls in
the cyclic pain begins.
Oct 7, 2021
Oct 7, 2021 at 7:00 AM UTC
My footfalls, they
Were the could-care-less slaps
Of a housewife’s plastic slippers
Upon her unyielding hardwood floors
When she unwillingly gets up from the sofa
To open the door
For her ugly husband.
Aug 29, 2021
Aug 29, 2021 at 6:48 AM UTC
The masked runner’s breath
Is already circumcised fivefold.
But he will never get over the humiliation
Of wearing right on his mouth
A diaper
Of saliva, stale air, and swears.
Aug 28, 2021
Aug 28, 2021 at 2:17 PM UTC
Maybe this is how the world ends,
Not huddled together, holding hands,
as a meteor races towards us.
But quarantined separately in rooms,
as a virus eats you slowly from inside.
Maybe this is how the world ends,
Not from a single gunshot to your head,
as you revolt against bullies on streets.
But from a slow drowning in your guilt,
as a voice asks you why didn’t you?
Maybe this is how the world ends,
Not from a bomb exploding in the mall,
as you buy a new summer wardrobe.
But from a slow burn deep inside you,
as you ignore the haunted eyes around.
Maybe the world doesn’t end after all,
Not from guns, bombs or stray meteors,
as you wake up to sunny blue skies.
But how will you face yourself tomorrow,
with all this death festering inside?
Jul 7, 2021
Jul 7, 2021 at 8:43 PM UTC
Moments no one could expect,
Like the year New York City finally slept.
When cuddles and kisses were no longer romantic,
And coughing or sneezing created mass panic.
We feared the air and what it could hold,
As we watched the breaking news unfold.
The days merged and time slowed –
We waited at home as morgues overflowed.
Strangers became heroes overnight -
Dawning masks of blue and suits of white,
Working relentlessly with no end in sight.
When keeping distance was a sign of affection,
Knowing it was for your own protection.
Children stripped away from friends,
For reasons they could not comprehend.
Through troubles and trials -
The answer to our prayers,
Came in glasses and vials.
For as the sunsets and rises,
Across every ocean horizon.
And like the certainty of tides -
This storm will soon subside.
This too shall pass -
Jul 4, 2021
Jul 4, 2021 at 3:58 PM UTC
Doubting your own hands
Fearing your own breath
Colleagues, family, friends
Potential causes of your death
Jun 17, 2021
Jun 17, 2021 at 6:49 PM UTC
I miss wet rain on buses
I miss crowded subway stairs
I miss noisy streets in public
I miss breathing ocean air:
I miss walking in the snow
I miss snowmen building high
I miss concretes slushy flow
I miss children stepping by:
I miss eyes of pretty girls
I miss old men sitting too
I miss seeing squirrels creep
I miss streetlights switching hue:
I miss walking to and there
I miss waiting crosswalks tick
I miss coming home all wear'd
I miss sleeping after six:
I miss waking up at nine
I miss dreading morning days
I miss my recurring life
I miss living life again.
Jun 4, 2021
Jun 4, 2021 at 10:37 PM UTC
It flashed on the television screen
The death toll rising
It was just another stat for me
Just an inanimate number
General Knowledge
Before that day
Before that day
It was just a boring news piece
Repeated all the time
Shouting matches on television
No on cared bout the dead
Just numbers to them
To me
Some days less some days more
A minister said deaths per capita were less
Tell that to the widow
Percentages and line graphs and histograms
And vultures and hyenas for trps
So dry no emotion
Before that day
Anchors and politicians
Calculating and comparing
Different countries and classes
By deaths and cases
Like stock market
Humans in flesh and blood
Like shares and indices
These lives these smiles
What destiny held for them
Who knows
Gone away in the icu
To just become another statistic
Another pawn for politicians to fight about
Thousands and thousands of people
Becoming numbers
Meant to be forgotten in days
The magnitude made me numb
I didn't care
It wasn't me
Wasn't my family
It didn't affect me
To me it was a
Just a never ending vacation
Rates of poverty and unemployment
Didn't matter to me as a child
Misery and anguish of people
Millions and millions of people
Just a figure to be momentarily saddened by
While I cursed at the zoom meeting screen
Someone's mother and father passed away gasping for oxygen
Leaving a newborn orphan
And while I ate the same bland food
Someone died walking miles towards his home
Before that day
It didn't matter
It wasn't me
Wasn't my family
Till it was
It's painful
A person becoming a statistic
May 13, 2021
May 13, 2021 at 11:37 AM UTC
Sunday has certainly lost its crown
Over the other six during the lockdown
May 2, 2021
May 2, 2021 at 6:10 PM UTC
If prevention is better than cure .
Then
Not falling in love is better than heartbreak.
May 1, 2021
May 1, 2021 at 3:19 AM UTC
चुनाव में है करना प्रचार जरूरी ,
ऑक्सीजन की ना बातें ना बेड मंजूरी,
दवा मिले ना मिलता टीका आराम से ,
बैठे हैं चुप चाप जरा दिल को थाम के,
आ जाए ना चुपचाप कोरोना धड़ाम से।
खांसी किसी को आती तो ऐसा लगता है ,
यम का है कोई दूत घर पे आ गरजता है ,
छींक का वो ही असर है जो भूत नाम से ,
बैठे हैं चुप चाप जरा दिल को थाम के,
आ जाए ना चुपचाप कोरोना धड़ाम से।
हाँ हाँ अभी तो उनसे कल बात हुई थी,
इनसे भी तो परसो हीं मुलाकात हुई थी,
सिस्टम की बलि चढ़ गए थे बड़े काम के,
बैठे हैं चुप चाप जरा दिल को थाम के,
आ जाए ना चुपचाप कोरोना धड़ाम से।
एम्बुलेंस की आवाज है दिन रात चल रही,
शमशान में चिताओं की बाढ़ जल रही,
सहमा हुआ सा मन है आज राम नाम से,
बैठे हैं चुप चाप जरा दिल को थाम के,
आ जाए ना चुपचाप कोरोना धड़ाम से।
भगवान अल्लाह गॉड सारे चुप खड़े हैं ,
बहुरुपिया कोरोना बड़े रूप धड़े हैं ,
साईं बाबा रह गए हैं बस हीं नाम के ,
बैठे हैं चुप चाप जरा दिल को थाम के,
आ जाए ना चुपचाप कोरोना धड़ाम से।
अजय अमिताभ सुमन:सर्वाधिकार सुरक्षित
Apr 30, 2021
Apr 30, 2021 at 3:27 AM UTC
No one never seen a ghost
We believed, there none
even now we cannot see
Just watching mortality of human race
And humanity in crowd
Not to worry about
Mars is ready for mass
Or mankind is eager
To be alive there as the aliens
or living ghost
Apr 29, 2021
Apr 29, 2021 at 1:25 AM UTC
and I take one step forward,
Walking calmly into the streets.
I see people mourning,
Praying for some help to reach.
I know we have come to the same days,
When we were locked inside
But think once,
A beautiful rose bloom
Once crossing the path of thorns.
Same goes to us,
These days are the thorns for us
So be strong to face it and lets all together
cross the path,
to bloom like the beautiful roses.
Apr 25, 2021
Apr 25, 2021 at 3:47 AM UTC