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Good night girls.😊 Sleep tight and rest well.🤗🤗

Good morning my dear all 😊😊😊😊. Sharing a poem today suitable for current situation in world 🙏🙏🙏. Hope all can understand Hindi😊😊

Good Morning superwomen 🤗hope all are balancing & managing all fronts exceedingly well in calm control manner,stay positive, stay motivated, stay safe 😃

Originally posted by: AD04

Good morning my dear all 😊😊😊😊. Sharing a poem today suitable for current situation in world 🙏🙏🙏. Hope all can understand Hindi😊😊

Hi Aarti 🤗 Intense & aptly deep,poem👍

Sharing another ,that makes one ponder & reflect upon :

poem by Laarkin,

Aubade

I work all day, and get half-drunk at night.

Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare.

In time the curtain-edges will grow light.

Till then I see what's really always there:

Unresting death, a whole day nearer now,

Making all thought impossible but how

And where and when I shall myself die.

Arid interrogation: yet the dread

Of dying, and being dead,

Flashes afresh to hold and horrify.

The mind blanks at the glare. Not in remorse

- The good not done, the love not given, time

Torn off unused - nor wretchedly because

An only life can take so long to climb

Clear of its wrong beginnings, and may never;

But at the total emptiness for ever,

The sure extinction that we travel to

And shall be lost in always. Not to be here,

Not to be anywhere,

And soon; nothing more terrible, nothing more true.

This is a special way of being afraid

No trick dispels. Religion used to try,

That vast, moth-eaten musical brocade

Created to pretend we never die,

And specious stuff that says No rational being

Can fear a thing it will not feel, not seeing

That this is what we fear - no sight, no sound,

No touch or taste or smell, nothing to think with,

Nothing to love or link with,

The anasthetic from which none come round.

And so it stays just on the edge of vision,

A small, unfocused blur, a standing chill

That slows each impulse down to indecision.

Most things may never happen: this one will,

And realisation of it rages out

In furnace-fear when we are caught without

People or drink. Courage is no good:

It means not scaring others. Being brave

Lets no one off the grave.

Death is no different whined at than withstood.

Slowly light strengthens, and the room takes shape.

It stands plain as a wardrobe, what we know,

Have always known, know that we can't escape,

Yet can't accept. One side will have to go.

Meanwhile telephones crouch, getting ready to ring

In locked-up offices, and all the uncaring

Intricate rented world begins to rouse.

The sky is white as clay, with no sun.

Work has to be done.

Postmen like doctors go from house to house.

Good evening dearies🤗

Beautiful poems justifying the current situation: @Aarti di @Nitya di👏

How are you all doing?

Originally posted by: dwriter

Good evening dearies🤗

Beautiful poems justifying the current situation: @Aarti di @Nitya di👏

How are you all doing?

Hii Shinu🤗🤗🤗🤗

Yes doing good.... Online classes going on.

How z u doing🤗

Originally posted by: ms.nitya12

Hi Aarti 🤗 Intense & aptly deep,poem👍

Sharing another ,that makes one ponder & reflect upon :

poem by Laarkin,

Aubade

I work all day, and get half-drunk at night.

Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare.

In time the curtain-edges will grow light.

Till then I see what's really always there:

Unresting death, a whole day nearer now,

Making all thought impossible but how

And where and when I shall myself die.

Arid interrogation: yet the dread

Of dying, and being dead,

Flashes afresh to hold and horrify.

The mind blanks at the glare. Not in remorse

- The good not done, the love not given, time

Torn off unused - nor wretchedly because

An only life can take so long to climb

Clear of its wrong beginnings, and may never;

But at the total emptiness for ever,

The sure extinction that we travel to

And shall be lost in always. Not to be here,

Not to be anywhere,

And soon; nothing more terrible, nothing more true.

This is a special way of being afraid

No trick dispels. Religion used to try,

That vast, moth-eaten musical brocade

Created to pretend we never die,

And specious stuff that says No rational being

Can fear a thing it will not feel, not seeing

That this is what we fear - no sight, no sound,

No touch or taste or smell, nothing to think with,

Nothing to love or link with,

The anasthetic from which none come round.

And so it stays just on the edge of vision,

A small, unfocused blur, a standing chill

That slows each impulse down to indecision.

Most things may never happen: this one will,

And realisation of it rages out

In furnace-fear when we are caught without

People or drink. Courage is no good:

It means not scaring others. Being brave

Lets no one off the grave.

Death is no different whined at than withstood.

Slowly light strengthens, and the room takes shape.

It stands plain as a wardrobe, what we know,

Have always known, know that we can't escape,

Yet can't accept. One side will have to go.

Meanwhile telephones crouch, getting ready to ring

In locked-up offices, and all the uncaring

Intricate rented world begins to rouse.

The sky is white as clay, with no sun.

Work has to be done.

Postmen like doctors go from house to house.

Hii Nitya🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗

So beautiful poem.... This pandemic has changed the complete view of life... Nothing more is important then life and family. These situations gonna create long lasting impressions among human beings😊

Hello ladies.... Happy Sunday in advance 🤗

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Nitya all well ... lovely thoughts..why don't you write a Mehrya story 🙈🙈🙈🤣

Originally posted by: AD04

Hii Shinu🤗🤗🤗🤗

Yes doing good.... Online classes going on.

How z u doing🤗

Am good di... feeling bored and lazing around🤣

Originally posted by: Shamz15

Hello ladies.... Happy Sunday in advance 🤗

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Nitya all well ... lovely thoughts..why don't you write a Mehrya story 🙈🙈🙈🤣

@Nitya di....are you listening?😁⭐️