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One crew – A Limerick


What does religion mean to you?
Christian, Muslim, Sikh, Parsi, Hindu?
This concept is too narrow
Covid-19 serves to show
How humanity can be one crew.


The worldwide crisis due to COVID-19 has prompted many religious leaders to appeal to their followers to not only take safety precautions but also to embrace their spirituality to help confront the health, social, and economic challenges ahead. Majority of people are offering their prayers from their homes as most of the Temples, Churches, Mosques and Shrines have been closed.

Many religion groups are providing charity services, including distributing food to the underprivileged, donating medical equipments to the undersupplied communities and providing shelters to the travellers who are locked down in foreign cities.

It’s great to see all religions adapt and alter long-standing religious practices to unite against a common enemy 🌸🌻

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Our unsung Hereos


Locked in my house, I’ll resume
Writing limericks to lift some gloom.
But nothing that I do
Can ever compare to
The heroism that is on bloom.


This Limerick is dedicated to all our doctors, nurses, teachers, volunteers, and delivery drivers, who are working hard to make sure people are looked after, vital supplies are delivered to shops, and things run smoothly amidst the nation wide lockdown due to COVID-19. It’s our responsibility to do our part by staying at home.

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Midweek blues

Mind on a spin
with storms within

drops of tears
trying to find a path
to the lips

unanchored thoughts
adrift in the head

falling harder
than the gravity’s pull

mind’s on a spin
but body’s sober
like this day

There’s too much on my mind,
But there’s not enough time,
To write it all down,
So I guess I’ll just drown,
In these thoughts.

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For a Poem – Pt 2


I want to write a poetry book with simple verses
Sleep in the open air, like the old wanderers
up near the river
I’d hear upon the morning air
With my chin in my two hands, I want to sit and stare
the weathervane, the chimneys, and the wild flowers
That rise like spars above my city, straight and tall,
And the mysterious fluffy clouds over all.

I want to catch the blue mist of night in my hand
watch my room’s window illuminated by starlight
kiss the moonlight dreams
standing in the doorway
I shall see the springs, and the autumns slowly pass;
And when old Winter puts her blank face to the glass,
I shall close all my shutters, pull the curtains tight,
far I’ll dream,
alone, in rationed light

I shall walk the blue Gardens
that are a stairway into azure skies,
Drink from the Fountains
that weeps out of alabaster,
birds that sing All day —
of bloom, gloom and doom.
And riots in the streets below
Will never lure me from my task, I shall be so
Lost in this quiet ecstasy, the keenest still,
that I’ll paint this whole landscape
fierce and hot – through my burning quill


For a Poem

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Spring’s Melody


The birds around me hopped and played
As winter’s chill started to fade away
No shivering, just warm thoughts
Came to me with each breath
Gratitude reached my heart
To carry me forward
Even though, I hate so much
I am faced with lately
Each day matters, no reasons to lament
Choices to make for a better future
Time to spread love and smiles
My faith is eternal; undying