
Soft hands of healings
Praying to the Universe
Take away the pain
Reiki healings to all who are suffering because of this Pandemic. 🙏🏻💕🙏🏻
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Soft hands of healings
Praying to the Universe
Take away the pain
Reiki healings to all who are suffering because of this Pandemic. 🙏🏻💕🙏🏻
Copyright (c) 2021 Namrata D Prabhakar
Democracy-“The Will of People”
Every five years one is given a tool
The tool called “vote”
It makes or breaks the parties
Rejection is the mother of all fears
A politician’s nightmare
And nobody likes a defeat
A few days before the voting day
Every candidate is seen with folded hands and bowing head
Standing in front of the so called “common man”
Begging for a vote in his favor
Using everything in his kitty
From development to freebies to God knows what
Would like to ask these people a simple question
Are they not common ?
What makes them elite ?
Are they not elected to serve the people ?
Are they not duty-bound to fulfill the promises?
Promises of progressive future
Of good roads, clean water, ample to eat
The golden picture of election time “A mirage”
Vanishing and fading humility of elected ones
They are secure for next five years.
Secure to be carelessly trample the hopes
The hopes of that helpless “common man”
That smirk on their face a tale of their arrogance
Their indifference towards their constituency
A slap on the voter’s face
Why we are helpless?
Why can we not have a say?
Why can we not have right ?
To reject a candidate nomination
And ask for a better choice
As there are selfless and honest men/women
Not looking for galore for themselves
But ready to work for “comman man”
Five years or fifty the promises will be broken
The professional politician will serve their own interest
Until they know the switch to power is not in their hand
But in hands of the so called common man
They can be removed as fast as they were elected
With a press of button called “RECALL”

A teardrop
A raindrop
A dewdrop
Creates a pond of life
A flood
A storm
A hurricane
Destroys life
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A drop of water shakes hand with others,
United they give life to the mother Earth,
Forms the springs, the rivers and the ocean,
Evaporates one by one to form the clouds,
Then pour down in the form of rain,
A drop is what farmer’s hopes are pinned upon,
A drop is sigh of relief for those worried face,
It is also the reason for the loss of precious lives
( farmers suicides are the most unfortunate , and can be avoided if the Government and non-governmet agencies can help them in rain-water harvest techniques. it is not just loss for the family but to the world at large)
A drop of tear shakes hand with others,
And flows in a stream from the eyes,
Sometimes as a symbol of gratitude,
Sometimes a joy of reunion,
Sometimes as an expression of grief,
Sometimes flows without any reason,
Just to cleanse the soul.
A seed grows into mighty tree standing tall,
A grass spreads to form carpet of greens,
A seed gives a fruit delicious to eat,
A flower on barren branch gives it a lease of life.
A storm destroys everything in it’s wake,
A careless word breaks strongest bonds,
A loving gesture mends the broken hearts,
Hate is taking away thousands of innocent lives,
“PEACE” is a word which is striving to survive,
A word has the power to change the world,
So please think what you want to say after the “A”
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