For your sake, I pray

By Veeru Chheda
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July 16, 2021
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For your sake, I pray
That corona goes away
The sun shines bright
A life free of disease and plight

For your sake, I pray
Vast open fields
For you get to run and play
To laugh and make-belief dragons to slay
Aeroplanes to fly
Eat chocolate on the sly

For your sake, I pray
Days of the school of friends and learn
I know you miss and those days you yearn
Lots of mischief lots of fun

For your sake, I pray
Fresh air for you to breathe
Dancing in the rain
Vast open terrain

For your sake, I pray
This is no life for a child
Cooped up for months on end
Frustrations inside nowhere to send

For your sake, I pray
Our mall outings video games
Worli Seaface and car ride
Our favorite room our pride
Mulund Lonavala Panchgani house
All troubles you get to douse

For ourselves, I pray
That we get to meet our Angel soon
Our little monkey our cartoon
Would give anything to hear your constant talks
Hand in hand our walks
May all our problems disappear soon
God relents and grants us the boon.

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By Veeru Chheda July 16, 2021
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When I write I lay bare my soul. Amateurish attempts even if. That was my biggest dilemma when I thought of starting a blog. For when you open up deep hidden recesses of your inside, you are judged.

Sure you are applauded a little for what you did right but then the criticism comes in tons for your follies.

For the world is a cruel place indeed!

I have finally decided to go ahead with and post what has encompassed my life recently. Poetry. The words of exhilaration of anguish of tears of laughter of sometimes deep dark expressions waiting for a medium, for an outpour. Paths made of alphabets meandering through melancholy pain betrayal interspersed with brief bursts of bright and beautiful.

Poetry is what but a symphony of the pages with the writer wielding the baton making the words dance to a music that only he hears.

I am a man of contradictions, does that mean I say one thing and do the other? No! I do one thing and also do the other.

Middle age is when you look in the mirror and fret about what you see. At the threshold of old age with triumphs and regrets tucked in your holster You wait gingerly to cross over to the other fight.
When you look back with pleasure and pain and ahead with trepidation and hope.

So Dear Readers, let’s explore this beautiful world of words together. In my blog you will find poetry, short stories, travel reviews and tips and last but not the least Food. Restaurant reviews recipes and much more for I live to eat. For there is nothing more satisfying to soul than a good meal.

Get ready for a kaleidoscope of content but have patience for I have just started and will be posting as the write ups are ready. Please do express your thoughts on what is here anything from The Good The Bad and The Ugly for it will inspire me onwards and upwards. Jai Hind.