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Humanity – an anecdote

Here is a true incident showing how empathy and care for a fellow human can help us live with hope in these difficult times

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Humanity – An Anecdote

Here is a true incidence showing how empathy and care for a fellow human can help us live with hope in these difficult times

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A second Pair of Eyes

And when we fail to get what we dearly desire, we often spit rile, sadly unaware of our misdeed, for we are captivated by some sense of betrayal. And when we see such a disheveled person, instead of nurturing angst, embrace with openness. We never know maybe a small gesture can change someone’s outlook towards life.

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Samaritan

This poem is inspired by the amazing humanitarian effort shown by an anonymous person in Chicago during the recent cold wave, who put 70 homeless people in a hotel.

Polar vortex clawed in
and the mayhem was brutal,
cold zephyr spreading its sphere
in all directions

Not a soul on the streets
even the animals
took shelter in deep woods
trying hard to abate the extremes

But then there were homeless people
somewhere in Chicago downtown
helpless eyes
expressing the obnoxious feeling
of getting left behind

The Salvation Army gathered them in a tent,
and some samaritan donated them propane heat
the only respite they had
in an otherwise soul-numbing environ

But as luck would have it,
one of the cylinders exploded
and in the name of safety
the fire chief took away their last hope

All doors were caving on them
survival was at utmost danger
and right when all hope was doomed
an anonymous person showed up,
for he booked a hotel for all the despair souls
and proved humanity still exists
in this otherwise ostensible world

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Discern Thoughts

I, the ruler of the universe,
the master of the world,
the voice to reckon,
the conqueror

And, as I tarnished all,
trounced every soul,
vanquished every person,
till they fall

I wonder,
why the peace still deceives me,
why there is unrest within,
why the defeated eyes still haunt me

The spall from broken hearts,
scattered over my face,
scouting me to assume penance,
everything is so hard to discern

And in the chaotic limbo of my confetti mind,
though I have everything,
I realize, I achieved nothing
for harmony can’t bear its root
in the influence of guilt

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Why I Write

I write,
for my thoughts to be around,
lingering in people’s mind
long after I am gone,
and my scripts,
lost under the dust
of some forgotten tome,
for someone to discover,
those raw emotions,
vivid in front of their eyes
even when years have passed by

I write,
with the hope that
after my departure from this world
my verses will be cherished,
maybe it will inspire a few,
or it will leave someone
with a thought to ponder or two

I write,
with the hope my words
maybe sometime in the future
will be read by some terrestrial beings
to understand how perplex humans emotions are
and despite all the mayhem around
how the vibrant soul never gives up

I write
for I want imaginations to leap,
liberating the mind
and igniting views from deep within,
I write for awareness,
I write for peace,
I write to instill humility,
I write to give encouragement,
and above all,
I write for love

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Wreath on the Cenotaph

The wreath on the cenotaph,
Was a mystery to all,
Neither anyone knew who its owner was,
Nor the village was aware of the deceased beneath the concrete.

There was an awkward silence around the monument,
An unpleasant eerie,
The war was long over,
But the traces of past,
Were difficult to erase.

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Hope Against Hope

The stern of the ship,
was at a 15 degrees tilt,
almost at a point to capsize.

Scare ridden passengers,
were in chaos and despair,
Everyone running for life,
everyone entwined,
In some torrid affair.

And in that hullabaloo,
And in the midst of the commotion,
few panic soul,
caught the captain’s sight.

They ran for help,
With hope-laden eyes,
To seek their survival chance,
And any scope of respite.

The captain knew,
The fate of the ship,
Yet he smiled,
And affirmatively said,
That everything will be alright.

The panic receded,
The anxiety waned,
And people bonded,
It was such a pleasing sight.

The riders joined the seamen,
The davits were lowered,
People worked with candor and displayed pride.

And as luck would have it,
The storm abated,
The ship stabilized,
The frail hope of the captain,
Brought the miraculous surprise.

When everything is lost,
Hope triumphs,
So believe in yourself,
It seldom fails and never let you deprive.

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Hope beyond Pillage

I often wondered,
After every devastating calamity,
When the tragedy appeared fresh in memory.

And when there was chaos in every scene, Aghast people crippled and appalling,
When grief and mourning clouded ever talk,
And the society came to a grinding halt.

In such adverse times,
How could some cruel mob,
Could have such diabolical plan,
To pillage the community,
And rob such wrecked clan,
The souls who had,
Lost their hope,
How could someone,
Snap their residual dangled rope.
Then you think humanity,
Had found a new low,
And brand it sadly,
As yet another tragic show.

And when all hopes had gone,
To your pleasant surprise,
You see the rise of a new dawn,
The hand had joined together,
To fight the pain,
And souls bonding together,
To ease the bane.

And I wonder again this time with bliss,
There are more good souls,
Than the ones who are evil.

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Climatic Blithe

The gladiator’s play was reaching its climatic blithe for the entrenched spectators. Such was the dreary sight where ruthlessness was more intense in the eyes of the watchers than in the fighters’ grit. There was blood, spread of gore and sheer carnage. While the fear was tamed but humanity died several deaths. Apocalypse was trailing the decimation of solicitude.

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