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Jul 2020
I stared with no expression
at the white light
and wondered about black and red.
I wondered what I would do if
things went all but soft and white.
I felt I would wither,
helpless,
weak,
useless.
But
I decided to keep myself happy,
I decided I would put white silk cushions
in my heart's cave
and would invite the rain and winds
to smother me
with cool love
and keep me soft.

                                                        -s­torm-
Alone in the lockdown, in front of screens, one may feel anxious and worried. As mature beings, I think it is best for us to adjust our minds to the thoughts of all kinds of destinies. We go through trauma and get depressed when we have to live lives we never thought we may have to live. At this point in time is when the presence of God the almighty comes in. He is like cool water freezing your boiling and scalded anxious mind. He will give what is best for you, all you need to do keep on worshipping Him and trust your case with him.
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