The Masked Era

 CORONA AND THE MASK

A tiny particle with a giant’s dread,

First identified in the 1960s, mad panic spread.

 From palaces and bungalows to the modest floor,

It knocked with equal force at every door.

 Rich or mighty, creed or trade—

Before the waves, all were afraid.

It parted us from those we held most dear.

And measured out our love in feet and fear.

 From Olympic flames to the fires of war,

The world fell silent behind a locked door.

Yet in that stillness, a new taste was found:

 In homemade bread and parents staying bound.

Children smiled to see them through the day.

 As the smog cleared out and the skies turned gray.

Science lagged behind the viral game.

Until we learned to call it by its name.

Through masks and distance, the battle began.

As ancient drugs were tested by the hand of man.

Researchers raced to find a saving grace.

A fast-tracked vaccine for the human race.

Two shots, eight weeks—the rhythm of the line,

Seeking a cure in a desperate design.

The world reopened, but with faces veiled,

A masked existence where the spirit wailed.

From malls to mosques, the mandate took its stand:

No entry granted to the unmasked man.

But beneath the fabric where emotions hide,

The eyes spoke louder of the soul inside—

Glimmers of hope, or shadows of the task,

The only truth left visible behind the mask.

Man makes his plans, his visions, and his goals.

But the Almighty’s hand is what controls.

To stop the menace, to set the world right—

His plan unfolds beyond our mortal sight.

15 Oct 21