That day, the air was combustible
The sunrays had been slitting
The earth as recently whetted sickles
Those prancing Ochre-grins, strutting their new vigour.
Riding on seething winds, Thor had just arrived at Morpheus’s home
Thor’s inflamed hammer, growling all along the way
Though the conciliating ambience in Morpheus’s veranda
Served as Sorbet, hammer thus sat pacified in a corner.
The bone of contention was ‘declining benevolence of mankind’
A random post-siesta talk, prodded by Morpheus around last equinox.
Probability equation infers, Morpheus could have nudged Thor
About the same topic, through last night’s choking dream vales.
The blatant confrontation, surfaced again…
Thor vociferously declared Mankind as guileful parasites
Thriving on vengeance and avarice.
Thor’s hammer emitted those incendiary roars to lunge for Morpheus’s throat
Quivering, Goddess Aurora threw off her green-hued ballerinas
Startled by the hammer shrieks.
Amid the tempestuous ambience
She descends on the gravel landscaped terrain
Somewhere on earth, accidentally.
Her tresses frantically brooming over many shops and buildings, that berserk noon
Perhaps, those towns did experience some mild tremors in those minutes?
Some limpid tears fell from her eyes, undismayed.
They nonchalantly succumbed to the contaminated earthly atoms
Verily, that’s when apocalypse woke up from her swaddled-slumber, after aeons
Plausibly, when she glanced at our greed dribbling cosmos
The first beam of virus called Covid-19 forayed stealthily into our lives
The infinitesimal virus, the conniving crescendo
Who has already begun to read our judgement days.
