Mother

                                          (Ottava Rima of abababcc Rhyme)

                                      For a child, home is indeed the first school 

                                   Mother is the first teacher to teach first things

                                       Toddling and lisping sans the help of tool

                                      The baby in mother's care like the nestlings

                                       She nurtures the baby never for any rule

                                          But for mother's love to lull in swings

                                            In her supervision the baby grows

                                            The baby is like the king in glows.  

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Diamond Jubilee Issue 2020

60th Issue

Father

                                           (Ottava Rima of abababcc Rhyme)

                                          The filmmaker like father, a victor

                                    Strives hard to run the show for reverence

                                      Guides his progeny right as the director

                                        Dreams of their career par excellence

                                        Connects with the ideal as the editor   

                                      Renders relentless service in eminence

                                        He always thinks his family in fame,

                                      All to treat him well as father to claim.                                                  

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Corona Virus

Corona Virus, were you self-born?

Were you a creation of someone?

Unseen to the eye and unheard to the ear

Your birthplace, Wuhan known for tear.

All know that you did not descend from the sky

Nor were you a sky-lab for fears high.

Scientists invented vaccines for all viruses

Not to let any nation fall into crises.

You differ in your annihilating powers,

Carriers to spread death-fears and death-tears

So small that seen microscopically

To cause always jitters globally.

All over the earth, you are the earthquake

With tremors every inch to everyone's shake

Irrespective of man-created barriers.

Lows and highs with no and cozy shelters

You are the pandemic, the merciless killer

With infection to all alike, a leader and a tiller,

All the people find a way to keep you out

In unseen shackles in no doubt,

Staying indoors under the lock-down

To empty roads, to leave you sans crown

Police-brothers, friendly officials for service sure

God-like-doctors with all personnel to cure,

The infected, and treat them recover

Without caring for their lives ever,

Against you, it is the battle worldwide,

You are power but conquest is on man's side,

You can let the victory go to the human,

Our leaders for their service yeoman.

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METVERSE MUSE

Diamond Jubilee Issue 2020

60th Issue