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Those Who Feel

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When life is hardest hit,

You see with empty eyes,

You see life falter,

You watch, as it dies…

You look around in pain,

Through opaque ground glass,

Others say, it’s just time,

Yet, it does not pass!

As life lays dying,

You are well aware

Of those who feel

And choose to be there.

Words Are Dead Leaves

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Words are dead like you now.
Dead like lungs that won’t breathe
Without a ventilator:
Sad COVID ridden bags
That don’t mean much when burnt,
Despite all the roads travelled,
Despite all the lessons learnt.
Eventually, they lie on paper,
Like dead lungs in plastic,
Left for those who may read,
If it falls within his creed.
Ultimately they are dead leaves,
Hanging on some dead tree,
For ghosts and strangers meaning
Nothing to you and nothing to me.

“Positivity”

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Do not wish upon a hope!

Grief is derailed,

Amid injections and responsibilities!

I’ve lost to death several times over –

The houses I live in

Are barren with old life –

And there’s nothing left to look ahead –

Except darkness and pain.

People talk to me of god,

And hope, and positivity –

I want them to come here,

Do what I am doing,

And then find the breath

To even speak.