It is a good way of beginning
The ‘Cruelest Month’ of the year
A poem a day!
How else would one survive?
The daily calamities, killings
And mournings
The sense of worse times ahead
For Entropy always wins
The beautiful flower of yesterday
Is wilted, fallen and forgotten
Just realised I did see the Halley’s Comet
And then came the afterthought
I won’t ever be seeing it again!
It will come irrespective of everything
As sun beckons it every 75 years
Plants thrive on sunlight
Maybe they bloom flowers
For the Sun!!
A return gift maybe
For all the free glorious light
Plants know gratitude
While we seem to thrive
On regret, hate and revenge!
#GloPoWriMo
Mad Decadence 
Oh Madhuri, couldn’t have been better said. Indeed, the best way to survive at all!
Couldn’t have been better said. Poetry is the best way to survive all times. And yes, we can learn so much from nature, only if we would.