Virus

Was it a comet or an Alien? 

How did it get here is yet a question. 

Whenever the earth breaks or ice melts, 

It resumes it's routine of altering its hosts. 

A simple breath or a single touch is what it needs, 

The rest is ensured by Man's casual deeds. 

It seems always that we design armour to all threats. 

But, it is very often we lose the simplest bets. 

It's then a Game, we loose even before it begins; 

Locked in the box of crisis without any keys, 

A generation pushed backwards & left at crossroads. 

A puzzle is left to decode this intimidating host.

A system artificially designed hasn't a chance of being certain. 

Nature decides the judgement for balance to maintain. 

One may blame another until we vanquish each other. 

Even the Mother wonders, was the Virus A host or the guest.