Rhymeless Reason

I clicked this photo of a flower in my balcony garden. While we whine and complain about the difficulties of life, this flower was an inspiration in fighting the odds. Rising from a dirty mud-filled pot to become such a beautiful bloom is a story worth being told Mighty did I feel looking down from the perch Until an unseen threat left me in the lurch; Scared and scarred, of the impending doom Down on my knees,  sulking in the gloom; Humbled as I was, pushed to the dust As the eyes locked on earthy roots covered in dirt; Out came a stem bowed and bent Weight of its bloom seemingly adding to its torment; Pretty in pink, displaying strength in fragility A lesson so powerful, about thriving in adversity; It matters not, how often you fall or how bad you start All that counts is how tall you rise with the will of your heart ;

What would the Sun think shining light on the earth day in and day out? It is not the Sun that sets to let in darkness, it is us who turn around every day to make him vanish.  A Photo I took from the balcony   My  shift here is done and it’s time for me to go down To awaken a world that is ready for a new dawn Fear, not the darkness that comes with the night Long before your eyes open, I will be back in your sight You who turned around and not me who said goodbye   I will always watch over you for I am the  'Eye in the sky'

There are many who are itching to go out in spite of this lockdown curfew.   This is an attempt to see the world from a Covidiot's point of view A photo I clicked from my terrace Breaking through the clouds peeped out the Moon Hiding is safe when we know it will all end very soon Rather shine some light before starting to wane Than let the darkness turn you insane We know not what the future has  in store for us So why lock away the only present even if it has a virus It matters not what WHO thinks of Xi  All that matters to me is -   'I want to break free'