The 2020 Cognisance

An invisible assassin, squeezing the populace
Tumultuous and transfixed thus the world, in a jiffy;
The absent presence, recreated as monsters
With a whoosh, wrecking lives of many.

Hard times, harsh truths, rough days, tough dusk
Screams surround, stabbing the soul;
Life’s squally seasons, sealed indoors
With kindred, and, home turned the sanctum.

Moments, rich with much introspection,
Boatloads of insights, in a heavy rush;
Majestically priceless, and
That’s indeed, a wake-up signal.

An instant escape from the slayer,
Impossible it seems;
Yet, man’s heaven-sent astuteness,
Guarantees a panacea.

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