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A Confession

Happy Mother’s Day to all the lovely mothers who sacrifice their own happiness for making our day better. Everyone is not that lucky to have the love and care of their mother, so cherish, love and value her until she’s gone forever. Confess how much you love her while she’s with you or you’ll be regretting for the rest of your life.

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Macbeth (Literary Limerick)

Tried writing my first LIMERICK, it was really a hard experience to compose a five line poem out of such a vast drama by William Shakespeare. Macbeth is one of the most crafted plays composed by him.

The limerick is a must five liner. With the rhyme scheme of ×AABBA×. Written in anapestic meter using not more than three foots. The first, second and fifth line is written using three foots while the third and fourth line its written using two foots.

I hope, you all will enjoy reading. A limerick has it’s admixture of a lyrical and a comical flavour blended together.

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POOR EARTH

Tried a new rhyme scheme of AABBA. Pardon mistakes, will try to master this rhyme scheme soon. #poetry #poem

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POETRY

*Clock’s Eye*

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Pandemic Report, 2020: Covid-19, a boon? A curse? A Political Mastermind? The Sufferings and Consequences.

Humans are finally forced to let nature heal from their heinous exploitation. Dolphins are returning to the rivers of Venice, Italy. Peacocks, wild boars, kangaroos and ostriches are freely roaming around on the roads of a few Western countries and Australia. So, is the novel corona virus a boon for the wild animals? Yes, the wild animals, it seems, are favoured by the situation. I mentioned wild animals, in particular as domestic animals along with straw dogs and cats are suffering from insufficiency of food. So, is the pandemic worthy of being termed a boon for the animals? Or is it worthless and should be termed a curse for the animals?

Humans were about to colonise Mars by 2020 but wait; we are not yet able to find an antidote to this deadly virus, which was previously compared to the mere common flu. Thousands of people are dying, lakhs are suffering, millions are quarantined, for what? A mere virus? Or an emerging biological warfare?

As billionaire Bill Gates in an event hosted by Massachusetts Medical Society and the New England Journal of Medicine (April 27, 2018) commented: “The world needs to prepare for pandemics in the same various way it prepares for war”. He added, “This preparation includes staging simulations war games and preparedness exercises so that we can better understand how diseases will spread and how to deal with responses such as quarantine and communications to minimise panic”. A few conspiracy instigators would suggest and claim that Gates predicted the future back in 2018 but the truth is every educated individual is a bit aware of the political tensions mounting over the world and its outcome of outbreak. Is it just a coincidence? Or a planned power of time to show what humans are capable of? Maybe this pandemic is a boon to a few political masterminds cursing the common majority.

Global economic crisis has already hit the doors of almost all the countries. Lockdowns have increased demand and price of the commodities without proper supply. Many NGOs, government and private groups have stepped forward to help the needy, the daily wage earners who have zero-income in this market of inflation due to the lockdown. Appreciating the noble deeds of the few groups, one question which tickles: Are there enough groups yet to feed the global BPL (Below Poverty Line) people? Obviously not, otherwise poverty would have been eradicated easily years ago. Is providing access to free pornographic contents, or cheap Internet charges, a solution to this global problem?

What has happened to “humanity”? Reduced to mere blind followers of trends? Where are the genius minds? Where are the big mouth debaters of MUN and opposition parties? The actual time has arrived to face the situations which were eventually hiding beneath the deep layers of the political world. Is it just the beginning?

Please do comment your views. Every viewpoints and ideas do matter.

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MY HEART WILL GO ON…

I was just seventeen when I first met her, got to know her from a popular social interface. We became friends and gradually best friends and never did I ever think one day her name would be the one engraved in my heart. Yes, I do love her and its been a while she left me. Our association of love lasted only for eight years compared to my vision of forever. Always wanted her to be by my side physically till the last breath of mine; well I mentioned the word physically because mentally it is just impossible to get rid of her. Even once, when I thought I started to hate her, which obviously was an infatuated state of mine, she occupied every single inches of my spirit.


We are of the same age and during the early days of our association, we were quite bold and young full of burning intensity running through our veins. We grew together, passed our nonage to be full grown mature individuals. And as it seems, the challenges of our life intensifies once we are matured, the definition of life changes, point of views towards it changes and all of a sudden we love the feeling of being solitude. Ah, I miss adolescence! Everything was so smooth-going between me and her and suddenly one day we realised that there were so many tectonic stuffs, than love. Happiness faded, joy fell apart and the only thing which was there in us was a dark shadow of silence. I heard how magical love can be but never had I ever thought it would change a pervert to a platonic lover.

Yes, I’m still alive at the age of thirty-five and I’m not much of an emotional being. But the metamorphism of my emotional state seemed to have occurred when today, after nine long lonely years I saw her again and gosh! She was looking so gorgeous as well as beautiful in that red saree she was wearing. That saree might be the one I presented her on our seventh year anniversary of being together. She was carrying a baby girl in her arms accompanied by her husband who was carrying their young baby boyo. I saw her after nine years but felt butterflies in my stomach just the same way I felt when I first met her. I’m an established and successful person, leading a very comfortable life and I was overjoyed to see her with my own eyes that she’s successfully living the dream, me and her saw together. But I must admit that the only regret I have, is that our dream, which eventually came true is lived by her with somebody else and not me.

Life is a bit harsh sometimes, as it presents you your dreams and fantasies without even including you to live in it.

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The Watchman

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POETRY

THE DEVIL’S FOLLY

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Health Care 🚑

ACHIEVEMENT

Did this online course to help people around me. Got certified by the World Health Organisation (WHO). Trying to keep up with the good work. 😁

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POETRY

THE ROSE