Nature's fury they say or karmas way ,
Convergence sharp in the eye,
donning a cape of disaster with pride,
Unfurling of glistening wrath with mighty stride .
Did we see it coming or not?  
What are we doing ,
for what have we fought?
Oh! What a shame !
Stop the blame game .

Every pain that one must bear ,
for every dis-burden ,every care .
Respect every conspicuous Front liner.
Doctors, Nurses and Hospital Staff,
what a brave fight they have all put up !
Each a Daredevil facing every upheaval .

For every grief that bows the head ,
for every teardrop that is shed ,
for every hurt, every plight ,
for every lonely pain-racked night ,
Trust in God as we should ,
for everything will work-out
just good .

Change is inevitable,
forever turning life's table .
In these whirling winds that seem to grind ,
let faith be the strong bind .
Fear no more ,
learn to go with the flow .

In the catastrophic scene,
purify your souls and let courage glean .
Holding onto Hope with triumph insight ,
standing united to win this fight.
Dwell in hope through thick and thin ,
Victory will prevail and we will win !

©MRUNALINI NIMBALKAR

Side profile portraits at an open mic
delayed dimming lights
and sketch imprecise.
She draws me,
so I write her.
Lines written or lines drawn
we do not deter.

And so,

Right by her
my heart concurs
that to write by her
is to love in verse.