his was bound to happen
Of that we were pretty sure;
As coronavirus settled down
Everyone would moot a cure!
We must attend to business
Our economy must be on track;
There is enough scope in India
For scientist as well as quack.
Some were singing praises
About efficacy of the vaccine;
Others were extolling virtues
Of consuming cow urine!
Products flooded the market
To inhale, inject, apply or drink;
With a plethora of treatments
We were given no time to think.
The internet was full of options
To guide each and every breath;
And if none of the cures worked
TRPs would shoot up for death!
The gullible are easily looted,
Most attractive is mostly fake;
When corporate giants do battle
A lot more than lives is at stake.
Quarantined, forced into isolation
Like prisoners wait for release
The ordeal of being hospitalized
Seems far worse than the disease
A beardo who ridiculed allopathy
Promptly got slapped with a suit,
I am rejoicing for learned friends
They too can profit from the loot.
(Raju Z. Moray is a Mumbai-based lawyer who enjoys writing poems. He is the author of two books ‘Court Jester'(2017) and ‘The Locked Down Lawyer'(2020))