The day white collared jobs turned blue!

Is this how it is supposed to be?

Me, after all that arduous studying, graduating, and finally a white collared worker, starting off with a reasonably high income, all because of my studious qualification, now, a confused, tired, needy, and lifeless individual.

I did think, at some point, I would work the hours I wanted and golf for the better half of the day.

Wasn’t that the promise of the illustrious status I had begotten?

Until, some virus taught me that I, a white collared worker, was just another blue collared victim in its eyes.

Until, the same virus taught me that I would have to do a blue collared job to survive the crisis.

Tainted hands, tainted lives! My life as unworthy as the next.

Not for the life of me, did I think that the world would look up to blue collared workers more than me, an MD.

Times have surely changed.

Of course, they needed my expertise, but here the warning signs go off. Who would carry the remnants of the blood-stained wipers, linen or diapers? Who would treat a contagious being. None other than I…

The risk of spread hangs by a thread.

Would garbage truck handlers risk their lives for the betterment of our community, if they aren’t paid. Their humble service a grateful realization to all and sundry, and their way to earn a living.

Who would sweep and clean the streets, if contagious virus pollutes the air? Surely not I.

For today, I am taught a lesson. A lesson in humility learnt the hard way. The cream of the crop no more, I am a danger to all as well as a healer. I have learnt to live my life as a sacrifice, the rewards attained shall be for the betterment of the world, and, not I alone.

Today as presidents, world leaders, royalties, billionaires of the world congregate to find a solution, they have come to realize that to live a healthy, harmonious life, they needed to have embraced bipartisanship, they needed to have destroyed bias, they needed to have decreed self-reliance, they needed to have respected policies, they needed to stop the chase for wealth, they needed to work hand in hand with the poor, instead of trying to infuse partiality to their own ideas and plans to meet their own selfish ends.

These elites have realized that they are just as vulnerable as the man on the street when something as dangerous as a pandemic seeps into society.

Maybe if all the wealth of the world is used to assist the caretakers, medical and social workers, the poor, and needy worldover, thousands of lives can be saved.

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Leaving A Sigh, A Gentle Hush, A Lullaby

It is so becoming, the Sun’s rising and setting, its reflection on tranquil waters,

They become a union, don’t you think? This reflection…

It masks the sky, the seas, and where clouds appeared once,

They now blend into nothingness.

Camouflaged by the colors streamed through skies,

They create a striking ambience, one that shimmers at a glance,

One that beguiles as they enchant,

One that rises as graceful as the subtle tides.

This reflection…

A vision to many,

A due occurrence to the beholder,

An awesome interference to a worldly corner.

As surely as its timely appearance,

Its departs at an opportune moment.

Leaving a sigh, a gentle hush, a lullaby.


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To the Rose of My Heart

Rose of My Heart

“It is you,” he said, ever so softly,

“You are the rose of my heart,” his eyes shaded with unspilt tears.

The wind did bring it to her ears,

It carried it far and wide, across oceans,

Across mountains, and through rushing tides.

“Catch it, and keep it close to your heart,” he whispered.

She touched the tender wisps of his words that felt soft on her lips.

She heard his voice as a gentle caress,

She caught it, while its softness endeared him to her heart,

Bearing a craving for his love,

To embrace her in the petals of his love, wrapped in rose buds of eternal flame.


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