Since there is no place to go
All one can do is go with the flow….

Work is going extremely slow.
All one can do is go with the flow….

The current phase of life is  low
All one can do is go with the flow …. .

Stuck  with people who i harldy know.
All one can do is go with the flow …..

Dear Friends, here are the latest reflections of a very senior septuagenarian which is being shared with you. This poem was posted on the ‘Facebook’ along with photographs, which I am unable to do on this Site! With Best Wishes, - Raj Nandy, New Delhi, March 2022.

+REFLECTIONS ON MY DAILY MORNING
                        PRAYERS+

DURING MY DAILY MORNING PRAYERS I DO
SINCERELY PRAY,
BOTH FOR THE WELL-BEING OF THE LIVING,
AS WELL AS FOR THE ETERNAL PEACE OF THE
SOULS OF THE DEAD.
THEY NATURALLY INCLUDE MY FAMILY MEMBERS
AND ALSO MY FEW CLOSE FRIENDS.
BUT NOT FORGETTING MY HELPING HANDS
WHO ASSIST ME TO SURVIVE DAY TO DAY.

NOW, AS I PLOD THROUGH MY REMAINING
YEARS WITH ITS MIXED BAG OF JOY AND PAIN,
I FIND THAT MY REMEMBRANCE OF THE DEAD
HAS GRADUALLY +OUTNUMBERED+ THE LIVING
DURING THESE DAYS!
MY FRIEND TELLS ME THAT THIS HAPPENS TO
MOST OF THE ELDERLY AND FORMS A PART
OF THEIR LIFE,
BUT AS LONG AS THE BIRTH RATE OVETAKES
THE DEATH RATE,
MANKIND SHALL CONTINUE TO SURVIVE!

THEREFORE, I PAUSED TO REFLECT ON THE
POLITICAL TURMOIL IN OUR PRESENT DAY
WORLD,
ARE WE ON THE BRINK OF A THIRD WORLD
WAR NOW HOVERING OVER US?!
SINCE IN THE EVENT OF A NUCLEAR WAR
THERE SHALL BE HARLDY ANY SURVIVORS,
WHEN THE DEAD WILL OUTNUMBER THE
LIVING  ALL AROUND US!
SO I ALSO PRAY FOR A MORE PEACEFUL
WORLD THESE DAYS,
EVEN THOUGH MR. PUTIN TRIES TO
OUTSHINE ****** TO REPEAT HISTORY
ONCE AGAIN!
AMEN! – Raj Nandy, New Delhi.

Quite funny how we are expected to be fine
Quiet stupid how some believe us when we say, "i'm fine"
I find it so hard to pretend
None of us are fine
Some are just better at pretending than others
They can shove the **** down to the pit from which it came, and others try to push
But it slips through their fingers and resurfaces
Though there are alternatives and medicines to aid us, but some don't work so essentially, it's all a big game of chance
You are either very ****** up or harldy at all and depending on your being, meds may or may not help
So you are lead to an entrapment of either ******* or lies

A swath of fabric worn and old
Patches upon patches
The shoulders worn beyond repair
No protection from the bitter cold
Hardly a coat to protect the little man
Who hurries along the cobbled streets
Of his cold and clouded city
A denizen of little want
Serving mother Russia with little pay
Harldy enough to buy a new cloak
He douses his candles to save them
And steps lightly to save his shoes
To buy a new cloak to keep him warm
A necessity giving hope in his dreary life
Brightening his mood
He steps out in his new cloak
That he scrimped and saved for a year
Feeling like a rich man in his warmth
A few days of happiness bought
A great expense for a lowly man
Taken by harsh men of ill repute
So broken was the little man
He died very soon
Haunting the people of his city
For the cloak taken from him.