“Happy women’s day Ladies
It’s not the old serpentine tale, of course!
You cute, sweet, lovely, freebies
Darling, loving, adorable force
Excelling even the nature of creator!
Source of Solace, all men’s Curator
I come to sell you a new Age Fruit!
This you need not eat -just have it
And you will become the God Himself!”
Yes! Its time you assert yourself!
On this Happy Women’s day.

Thank you so much Mr. Serpent tales man!
Thanks for your wonderful words and sales plan
We are not of the old end of eternity
When the Lady fell on your selling skill,
Yet we appreciate your audacity
Your prowess and rumor mill!

Sorry! you cannot any more use us
As we are already with Jesus!
So be Happy Its Women’s Day!
Its our day and have a nice day!

O here goes the Twenty Twenty
The weary wagon mortuary
Wades  and fades into memory

We all travelled at a huge cost
Some of our beloved ones lost

Masked, perfumed we lived and  learned
With the brunt of death arround
We prayed and stayed close to God
With hope we may break the shroud

At last here at the boundary
I can see an obituary
I look and read with scare
"Death, you are  no more fear!"

And in the light I am shocked to see
The same old Twenty twenty
In a new light and hue
holding a little One!

May be this one is the new born
Inheritance of future crown!
May be it is the new brown
May be you had better not frown!

O dear infant Jesus
We heard of your humble birth
The word incarnate salt of earth
They said is born to redeem us

The seed and source of wisdom
The truth and way to Gods kingdom
The Prince who shakes devil's fiefdom
O dear loving infant Jesus

You are the child of eternity
Marvel and master of humanity
I wish to give my felicity
O fuel and fire; lamp and light
I would sing and dance at your sight

CORONA cannot stop my salam
Though I cannot reach Jerusalem
If you wish so, please bless my home
Immanuel, a little Bethlahem

O lamb of God; light of world
O Spotless sacrifice sublime
Open my eyes to see the word
Stretch and touch my conscience's clime

Give me strength to keep off the sounds
And fury of the external bounds
Bind and drag me to your freedom
Even if it costs a martydom

And blind me to see your choice
And deafen me to hear your voice
To sing praises with your graces
O dear loving infant Jesus

Hope my voice reaches you with poise
With the right chim and charm of toys.
Yours Lovingly
Your beloved handmade.

Corona, you have set us free
From shackles of modernity
Gatherings and festivity
Eating and chatting at street carts
Meetings and dating with sweet hearts
Corona you have set us free

Sitting on the beach without speech
Red golden cheeks silently teach
The love laden rays how to bleach
Sans proximity build amity
Find unity without enmity
Praise Almighty sans community
How to make e-mails without file
Keeping down the bile how to smile
How to tell in truth I miss you guys
Masking our mouths with ties
Corona you have set us free