Pestilence

My mind drops in turn full of care

As if it paces to exile in murky layer.

To be a soul in dazzling blaze

In motion to burn capacious haze.

To pass scorching aside the sun’s ray

For pushing hot air to the hectic way.

There is awfully a lack in human brains

To switch some what in unknown trends

No one knows what is in the perils of speed

To inform the world that precision instead.

A series of events crop up everywhere

To create panic and spoilage with flare

In toning all classes even lower animals

All shuddered with such collapsing reels

For thorough search in secret upcoming

In congestion of thoughts for logic in series

For Bomb blasts embedded in maiden beams

None excludes in bonds and leads

This is the plan which we see and hear

To punish the culprits whipping everywhere.