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False Absolution

Stronger Than Ever (Poem-4)

A poem on the pandemic...



(Image: this is supposedly a symbol of positivity)



Do you remember the days when all kids begged
For no school for a week, and a vacation instead?
Do you remember yearning for rest at home
And laying back, forgetting that colleague's tone?
Do you remember when a holiday was all you wanted,
And photos of travels and trips were flaunted?

Well, its sad, and sadly true
Times have changed, and no one knew
That their lives would change so much, in a way
That would make every day a holiday.
But this change, too, had a twist
The outside world, now fear has kissed.

There are people crying everywhere,
They feel helpless, drowning in despair
Loved ones lost, to an enemy unseen
But waiting, enveloping everywhere we've been.
A virus has cost us these lives and souls
Leaving us shaken by the events that unfold.

A child, young, and new to the world
Was ready to play, and happily learn
The new topics his mother decided to teach him, 
But that's when the news hit him.
He learnt his mother was infected,
And had to distance himself to remain protected. 

Someone's lost, each day, each week
Of negativity the news does reek.
Finding positivity is a task indeed,
And spreading it is something rarely seen.
The status of people has changed completely,
First it was money, now its a damn vaccine.

Do you remember just walking on the road? 
Do you remember activities excluding your phone?
Do you remember what the Earth was like,
Before the mountain of sorrows we all hike?
It was a better place to live and stay
And the world saw much more than grey.

Oh, just how times have changed,
It feels as if our strengths are outranged
For each day, when we sit for food
The news is the same, and increasingly rude.
It feels pathetic, helpless and sick
To see the numbers rise up quick.

However, once this pest is killed
By the heroes of humanity, those strong-willed,
The Earth will be a better place
And we'll rebuild our broken world again.
Such life and energy humans will possess
From finally sorting out this mess.

For those souls who we've had to lose
Do not worry, forget that bruise,
For even though they can't be perceived
They are at peace with a better being.
They have escaped safely, from this terror
And they'll watch us emerge stronger than ever.


Wear a mask, and be careful out there!!
Stay safe!!

-Armaan Kothare










Comments

  1. Superb Armaan!! Very sensitive!! I like the title too!! Keep it up👍

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    2. Congratulations with blessing. A very beautiful poem on the current global problem. Keep it up. May god bless you.

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  2. U ve yet again left me floored , dumbstruck n awestruck ... Splendid creative imagination resides within u which u so effortlessly transport it on paper ..tears n joy , hand in hand, dance to the beating drums of today's harsh reality...c ' est la vie !
    Countless blessings n luvv is all I wish to shower on u , dearest budding poet !

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  3. Very intense and deep... And resonates with what's going on inthe world... Apt title too👍

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  4. Dear Armaan this poem is incredibly beautiful.. .. you are deeply touching the hearts of the readers by playing the ongoing fight of humanity just like of a motion picture before their eyes, sinply with use of thosee aamwzing words and their composition....proud of you !!
    Ashish

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  5. Dear Armaan this poem is incredibly beautiful.. .. you are deeply touching the hearts of the readers by playing the ongoing fight of humanity just like of a motion picture before their eyes, sinply with use of thosee aamwzing words and their composition....proud of you !!
    Ashish

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  6. "They have escaped safely, from this terror
    And they'll watch us emerge stronger than ever."

    Wowwww!!! It gives such hope!!! A very beautiful poem indeed!!!
    Spreading hope is truly a necessity, given the times...great job!! Loved the poem :)

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    1. I'm happy you liked it!! keep giving me feedback :D
      thanks for reading!

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  7. Awesome expression kiddo !! Very aptly capturing the current times !! Keep writing and expressing yourself !! God bless !!

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  8. Absolutely expressed ones inner voice, keep writing Armaan looking forward to read yr blogs......like the Netflix Series ❤️

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  9. Well done, Armaan. You have touched all aspects of this deadly phase in this poem. Very beautifully crafted and an optimistic poem that "we will emerge stonger than ever"

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  10. Absolutely awesome thoughts penned superbly and one can really watch this pandemic through your thoghts and word dearest Armaan. Bless you Chonu. Your imagination and thinking is way ahead of your age dear. Keep writing dear. All my blessings and best wishes are always with you !

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      Hope you like the posts to come!

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  11. Well done Armaan... very beautifully expressed The Truth of Life... keep it up n All The Best.👍👍🌹

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  12. Very well written Armaan! Hope we all come out of this soon and stronger just as u have written.

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    1. thanks! I'm happy you liked the poem, and I hope you're right too! :D

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  13. Dear Arman,
    Really nice to read your poem. Matured words and thoughts. You are a young man of many skills, keep it up.
    Sharad (great) uncle

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  14. Incredible Armaan. Superlative, matured thought process. Keep it up

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  15. prose should tickle your brain, while poetry should touch the heart .. is what i've always thought. and you succeed so eminently. again, not surprised

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  16. Superb Armaan i can feel the pain of all children who have been locked and lost the freedom due to this chinese virus .
    Very sensitive presentation of your feelings in the poem

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  17. Congratulations with blessings. A very beautiful poem on the current global problem. Keep it up. May God bless you. From K. V. Ajinkya

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      I'm happy you liked it :D

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