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 Jun 2020
Niyati
This lockdown has refashioned everything.

Not only our daily work schedules,
But reduction in pollution and demand of fuels.
Yes it made us shut our places to worship.
But has opened a window to evaluate our personal relationships.
Now queues outside restaurants and cinema is absent,
But we have got time to ponder on our future and relishing our present.

This lockdown has refashioned everything.

Definitely you cannot travel and be social,
But this has taught you to go 'Vocal for Local'.
Yes it has hampered the growth rate.
But now we value whatever we have on our plate.
We have been quarantined in our own homes,
But now we know life is more precious than thrones.

This lockdown has refashioned everything.
 Jun 2020
Luna Maria
while we
let the sun kiss our skin
we watched the sky
through the leaves
and talked
about the weight of the world
which is laying on the shoulders
of our generation
these days are making it worth to stay.
 Jun 2020
Naveen Kumar
Leave the stars be flying,
by seeing your beauty,
they will be dying to stark.

Leave the bees wandering fruitless,
if they witness your sweetness,
they will be wondering thoughtless.

You are a flower dipped in dew.
He who made honeydew,
must have mad you.
Would love to read your thoughts below. :)
 Jun 2020
moon child
"I'm an open book"
She says

Written in
code.
 May 2020
Path Humble
left my phone unlocked
on the taxi’s back seat,
won't be the last time

called it a few times
finally, the driver picked up

he had a fare immediately after mine,
and was now headed way downtown,
and would call later
when fate returned him nearer my office

and so it came to pass,
very shortly thereafter,

we met on the street,
he rolled down  the window
and with the greatest smile of pleasure,
as if he had won the lottery
beaming,
handed me my phone

I had two $20's to cover any expense he might have incurred,
neatly folded in my hand  
and offered it right up, right away;
but the driver repeatedly pushed my hand away
as I insisted,
saying:

"No sir, no no, not necessary!

Allah sent me a fare
that took me soon back close to you, so,
  no loss of time did I suffer,
so your offer is kindly unnecessary!"


to which I replied,

"exactly!
Allah sent you to me
so I could reward you!"


and with an equally, beaming smile I continued,

"our ride and meeting today,
together was pre-ordained it was


Inshallah!" ^

something he could not dispute...
or my knowledge thereof and it’s
proper pronouncement,
nor
his amazement,
to disguise!

  we parted ways
   each believing,
   each receiving,
a heavenly check plus,
each, credited with a mitzvah^^
on our
respective trip logs,
our humanly divine balance sheets,
kept by the
single
supreme taxi dispatcher
Arabic for ^"God/Allah willing" or "if God/Allah wills," frequently spoken by a Muslim


^^a meritorious or charitable act in the Jewish tradition

FYI,
NYC taxi cab drivers are suffering economically by the explosion of ride hailing app cars, many unable to pay their bills, earn a living, have committed suicide over the past few months
https://www.nbcnews.com/news/us-news/sixth-new-york-city-cab-driver-dies-suicide-after-struggling-n883886

true story, poetry is there for the taking
 May 2020
Andy
I underestimated the power of poetry
When I was a child
I thought poetry meant having lines that rhymed
When I grew up
I realized poetry had more to it than rhymes

There was raw emotion in poetry
There were moments when prose would never suffice
When you wanted to pour your heart out
But prose would not allow it
Somehow the reins loosen
The stanzas come into being
Like how water spills from overflowing dams
Crashing
Its release obviously long overdue

But finally
The water level has become stable
The quiet has returned
The heart has bounced back to its usual rhythm
After extracting all the plaque within
After encasing all worries in words, in stanzas, in poems
Peace at last
But we know that calm simply means that another storm is yet to arrive

Another poem is yet to be written
But until then, goodbye for now, old friend
Until we meet again
I used to write poetry when I was a child, lost my passion for writing, and now I'm picking it up again. I'm hoping that HePo will help me learn from other poets and gain the confidence to let more people read my poetry! This poem was written when I was swamped with school work but felt the desire to write poetry again. Please let me know what you think about my poetry, I would love to learn from you all! :)
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