Daffodils honour us with their diaphanous emerging,

familiar old friends, it’s welcome yellow fellows well

met. We greet you gratefully from your submerging

floral heads mutate, from green bud to golden bell.

Nature, benefactor of all provision, gifts indulgence

plays host to these visitors for sadly too brief a stay

endows bright vistas which radiate in rare effulgence

springing in Spring this seasonal and annual display.

Daffodils grow row on row hereabout and all around

a host of them as Wordsworth’s great poem extolled;

flowers that proliferate and thrive upon waste ground

gilding the darkest spaces by their alchemy into gold.

Like gold a noble daffodil yields a treasure for the eye,

an array of optical pleasure then doffs its cap goodbye.

a seed a leaf a breath
marvel of this embryonic
miraculous course seen motionless
never akin to cyclonic

ache deep the thought of forever parted
never again paths to cross
tearing within breathless and hopeless
counting costs forever lost

early the mist of unknown confusion
turning again and again
wondering which slant of the head
may find the hand of a friend

reaching in dark timeless abyss
knowing yet crumbling in doubt
fear yet brave mellow mature
insanities reach hereabout

short be the breath in time infinite
judged by the blink of an eye
unsettled soul caught in a marvel
of flickering life flashing by

odor and taste bitter yet sweet
pull of a faltering heart
in step with the piper calling the tune
hoping again not this start

You came like a flash of lightning,
You stroke my being,
You hit my heart with all your dazzling might,
And broke into me,
Yet, you did not prolong,
You went back as swiftly as you came,
Your strike left a scar within,
And ruins out and hereabout,
You made me lame,
I, though, chased with my eyes,
Untill you went out of sight,
You vanished through the sky
Mingled with space,
Became emptiness,
Then I drew back my chasing look,
And gave up on you and on your return
and everything else you took...

It came to us as a thunder of stress
Turning our lives into a blunder

Panic all around and everyone distress
Risk of Covid spreading like thunder

Inspite of vaccine the cases are not ceased
And no. of cases per day are surprising

Doctor and scientist are trying their best
To Stop the cases from further rising

But the rise in cases brings a threat
To the students who are preparing for their test

Not knowing about the consequences of this act
Risking their lives to appear for the test

And inspite of knowing about the situation hereabout
Boards expect students to give exams in peace

Without creating too much crowd
Despite their future being completely ceased

Government is imposing lockdown in states
But students are forced to give exams with their lives at stake

Now it's our time to bring everything back to place
Unless generation will suffer due to our mistake

I’d love to write you a letter,
but your name has slipped my mind:
Though a message from me to you,
would be pleasant for you to find.
I’ve exciting news to tell you,
of happenings hereabout;
Though important details I’ve forgotten,
of its truth I’ve never a doubt.
Concerning the doings of neighbours,
or was it some other folks?
The way particulars escape me,
is one of Life’s little jokes!
Then when the missing details return?
I’ll be alone and the hour late!
The point behind telling this story,
is mine alone to relate.
Possessed of a very good memory,
I never forget a face,
And yours is amongst those respected
to hold a singular place.
I’m certain there was a moment,
when I knew your Christian name:
Now “It” I cannot remember,
And your address: does it remain the same?
I’d ask of the one you had married,
but their name escapes me too:
Maybe to address them wrongly,
might further embarrass you?
Were they the one whose frantic parents,
promised riches you’d gain,
If you’d marry and bed their offspring,
the one they called simple by name?
And what of your numerous children?
For surely you’ve had quite a few?
Though perhaps it was some other person
that I’m now confusing with you?
So rather than cause further embarrassment,
to someone I’m not sure I know,
I’ll read and re-check your last letter,
which arrived mere minutes ago.
Seems from this latest you’ve written,
which remains unopened, unread,
The contents adamantly states,
you seriously thought I was dead!
Though I fully agree with what’s written,
the news therein I knew,
And think it nothing but gossip!
Have you nothing better to do?
So I’ll write no more for the present,
you’ve said far more than I would:
Now should you write me another later?
I’m fully aware where you’re stood.
So If I write you again tomorrow,
I’ll try to remember your name!
But thanks for your letter anyway,
I’m truly happy it came.
And should you forget to whom you were writing?
I’ll inform you soon - by and by:
And if this letter seems a trifle confusing,
It’s not half as confused as I!

Rhymer May 4th, 2018.
A little bit of fun in case you thought to write me a letter!