The Prelude

Far-off from where I am

In the little hamlet and the little hut

That wait me to settle down forever;

My better-half ends and begins the Year

Attending her maize-field and chilly-orchard;

For she firmly believes and reasons the same way:

We now move to an era when lazybones and spongers,

Gossipmongers, hatemongers, preceptors and preachers

Or those whom the world does not call doers and makers

Will be more dangerously contagious than the Corona virus!