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

Dear Poets
your words urge me on
in moment when alone.
Tantalizing my breath
that echo your words.
Tickling senses
that awaken my mind.
Piercing heart
to spread wings of emotions.

Dear Poetess
your words illuminate
in moment behind eyes.
Calling me with grace
to read on.
Expanding self with
your wisdom
Words Shinning
like woven threads on vellum
You are a gift to me,
and I do bow to the power of your pen.

Me.
Me.
Me.
Why not me?
Me.
Me.
Me.
Why not me?
Me.
Me.
Me.
...

She forgot about "we".
She forgot about "us"
She forgot about "they"
She was to trapped in the word "me" that she was to blind to see
She forgot about "we"