The Ukrainian Crisis
Who will douse the fire flames
In Ukraine,
Who will come to save it
From devastation and destruction
When everybody is talking war?
Where that peace-maker,
Where that messiah I am waiting for
So much earnestly?
Death
Where does man go after death,
Can you say
As I do not know it?
Holi
With the change in nature
And its surroundings,
The winds appearing to be playful,
Winter giving away to summer,
Heat and dust,
Let there be the festivity and joy
Of the spring
So full of colour and cooing,
Sweet scent and glistening buds
Adding a new vista to the greenery
Together with the simultaneous fall and flutter of dry leaves
Going internally in the forest foliage.
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