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Covid 19 and the morning

It is not the time
 To fear.
It is the time
to face.
Situation comes
 and it will pass away.
Discipline is necessary
to endure the hazards ,
of situation.
This process is called,
 achievement.
 You have to enjoy
 the karmas ,
and each moment of karmas.
 Feeling the
vibrations of karmas,
 deeper ...
can be the mantra ,
to feel that ,
you are a blessed one.

Now I am ,
enjoying the rain,
the thunders...
 and enjoying the atmosphere,
 of countryside,
 in the city,
silent and serene.
Is not it  the gift,
 the gift that a rishi, a muni, a sanyashi achieves
after constant struggle and focus!

     The sky is clouded,
and rain is cleaning
 the whole city,
patiently. 
The sound of rain
 I can feel ...
and the aroma of earth
is giving immense
 pleasure.

    It is the time,
of going within...
 deeper and deeper
 and be stable,
to understand
 the situation.

Stay safe
 and positive.
Cross over
the multiplying depression
 and anger.

Happy writing


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