Buntytales

 I was unable to say goodbye. The world is wondering what shall be the last thoughts for the Covid-19 patient been admitted to the hospital and is just a few moments away from death. He will take his final breath alone, Helpless unable to grieve properly, But h e must keep going to survive the aftermath. The depression is beyond measure. The despair is unending, The anxiety is stifling. After all who would have thought that the flu was gonna be a threat to the whole of Mankind. That Doctors would be unable to treat, causing so many deaths. I dare ask this of the creator, don't you see the suffering weep? Or are our sins too great a burden to bear? Is it that mankind has committed mistakes that are beyond repair?   A glimmer of light in these dark times, A sign that Mankind still has a chance. Maybe this is the End of the End, Maybe mankind was meant to go this way.  But if prayers are answered then this is my sincere request for the human race  "O God, Give us the strength to

Old age is like holding grains of sand the harder we try to hold it, slips away more swiftly.  Only White Hair strands adorned his head as if encroached by snow. No one to support but hoping to see a ray of love. Does not need money or any tasty food, But a companion who can sit together and smile at each other. Amidst the indifferent walls before the tunnel, he built closes in. But all Old age had once a Childhood and all those grains of sand had Memories of everlasting joy once began from here. The same Old age would play under Childhood by rotation for hours, with friends who were just as naughty as me. We would get on our bikes and draw circles around the broad trunks of our favorite tress. We would come back home from school, excited to be a part of this summer treat of delicious mangoes. Those beauteous tresses from days have dried gone by, but still, hold such great significance for every Old age. Filled with joyous, playful, sweet memories from childhood.

You Often Feel Afraid of the Crowd, You are made to believe from the very early age of your life that " What Other People will think of You matters a lot ". So you keep repeating yourself the same question again and again before making any decision and the worst thing is that you know it will be good for urself and in no way it will going to hurt anybody but still, it reminds you that people's opinions will matter. You don't have to always be so mindful and afraid, What the crowd might think of you. Choose a dream for yourself and the rest be a revelation of what you have chosen for you, don't be afraid to be you because of this faceless society. Day by day Humanity is sinking like a Boat in an Ocean of clowns. Among all clowns, true individual identity lies.  Be you it does not matter even if you fail because at the end of the day at least you will have the satisfaction you had tried to stand out.