The Hound Of Darkness

Every human soul is being pestered by an enemy which is invisible to naked human eye. They are being hunted and the fear and panic is mounting. Many noble hearts are working day and night to help save mankind. All they expect us common public is to help them fight it by staying inside and going out of houses only for genuine purpose. Many of us are trying to do it and trying to do our part in this fight. Many are trapped in places away from their loved ones and are bearing the pain thinking that if they stay inside, then maybe we can win this war. And as this lock-down takes their toll in various ways like hampering their ability to earn their living, to meet their loved ones and to even get some food, there exists another category of people who spit on these efforts made by the world. This filthy group of people have no purpose in life but to make others life miserable. These sadistic bunch of ghouls can be seen roaming outside with pretty much no purpose. They can be seen gathering around at every nook and corner of the society and many a times inside parks and roadsides. Some of them have made their cars a moving bar and parks and parking areas have turned into venue for their celebrations. What are they celebrating? Mankind’s doom? What are they so happy about? That people are dying? And who are those who are making this bottled menace available to them at a time when food is scarce? Where are the forces which are supposed to be keeping such insensitive creatures inside their home?

Be it anyone they are just spitting on the efforts made by all. It is because of them that the disease is going beyond control. You are such a disgrace to the entire human race. The time will unleash the wrath upon you and your acts will come back to you. Prepare for it…not that is of any use but that’s only what you can do….as your acts feed the hound of karma which is born in the shadows…

Image by Денис Марчук from Pixabay

Born of shadow, it watches your sin,

With a ferocious min and devilish grin.

The heartless creature, with bloodshot eyes,

                Will have it revenge, served cold as ice.

In this time of panic, when heaven rains fear,

                Sheltering inside men pray for all he held dear.

Benevolent souls who wear whites on their heart,

                Are out to help, with their families playing a part.

With humanity and compassion, etched in their souls,

                Some others serve us with no personal goals.

A salute for their service is what we owe,

                In front of them, even the hound will bow.

In the same society, lives a filthy gang,

Decorated with invisible, yet poisonous fang.

Nullifying others effort is what they’re for,

                That’s pretty much their only chore.

World prays to all, to stay inside,

                But obeying for general good hurts their pride.

They gather in groups and walk in herds,

                Calling them beast would hurt animals and birds.

Getting intoxicated is what they live for,

                And hardly care if other’s sufferings soar.

The hound sees the people who help them out,

They will face the hound in their last bout.

They spit on the efforts made by noble souls,

And celebrate all panic like a bunch of ghouls.

The hound of darkness has got the scent,

                To punish the sinners, it is hell bent.

With the ferocity of a blood hound,

                It lurks around them with no sound.

The hound just waits for the perfect chance,

                To prowl on them as they slip into trance.

They’ll know its wrath, when they’re caught in its jaws,

                As their heart is crushed under its paws.

They’ll witness the hound, smeared in blood,

                Gnawing on the bones of  one’s born in their blood.

No God no devil will stand in its way,

                As they pay for their acts on the judgment day…