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Different masks on different faces amuse me,
All take distinct roles and play them smart,
Often the masks slip to reveal the real face,
But I prefer the masked one to the other.
Quite comfortable is to deal with the mask,
That does not involve any emotion,
They play, I play and we play the roles safe,
As we go to office just to work and not to make friends!
Yet I see some take up the role of a friend,
Soon they try to become masters,
But I say, “Sorry pal, go to hell”,
As I never mix business with personal life. Kavitha Patchamalai
If you are alone, find a partner,
For you are wasting your time.
If you don’t have a job, find one,
As you are useless and a burden.
If you are not true to yourself,
Better change, for the world is smart.
If you are a cheat, let go off the evil,
Else you will end up all alone.
If you are mean to the poor, you have a rotten soul,
Beware of karma as it will come for you.
If you are a two-faceted maggot,
You have a fake identity.
If you are unhappy and miserable,
Search where you lost it. Kavitha Patchamalai
When your life is miserable,
Temporary is the condition.
When the expected change does not happen,
It may take a while, but don’t get disheartened.
All may be on the other side,
Be proud to stand all alone.
You may be left behind for a reason,
Make use of such situation to prove your power.
It’s you who can determine your strength,
For no one has the right to judge you.
Study your enemies’ motive,
So, their next move will not be a surprise.
Surprise them with your power to stand strong,
As they may expect you to quit.
If you don’t quit, you prove yourself,
That you are a one-man army.
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Saw him pop a pill to calm his nerves,
As I threw some questions, nothing out of the box,
He turned red and seemed visibly shaken,
Felt him nervous as his tasks were incomplete.
He took another pill which alarmed me,
A warning signal that he was unstable,
His movements were strange,
The fear that surrounded him was strong.
As a human, I had to pacify him,
For he may not do well but is a normal human,
Struggling for an identity that may be difficult,
As too many compete with him.
God knows how many are in the game,
But not every one is smart to win,
The winner is always the best,
A strong willed fighter of course.
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Be prepared for one day you will grow old,
God knows how smooth it’s going to be,
We may or may not be rich,
But ensure to keep your beloved safe.
As you grow old, it’s a bliss,
If you have your family around;
For they are your pillars of support,
Who hold you close in tough times.
It’s a pain to see lonely, elderly folks,
Who have none to lean on!
What they earned might be in the bank,
Alas! that’s not going to be of any use.
Vulnerable are they at that age,
Who crave for love and affection,
If you can’t love them, who else will?
Be prepared for growing old. Kavitha Patchamalai
I woke up and tried to get up,
But neither could move nor talk,
I saw my family around me,
Shocked and shaking me from sleep.
I was awake, yet couldn’t shout,
Stiff I felt and heavy was my heart,
Was that fear or coma?
Felt a ton on me and was immovable.
Was rushed to a doctor, everyone crying,
I tried but could move only my thumb,
Which none noticed or cared!
But I gathered my strength to shout.
Nothing happened but a sharp pain,
That was too painful and unbearable,
Pulled myself and shouted loudly,
Gasping for breath, cursing the damn dream.
People pity and whisper the word cancer as it is truly deadly and scary. A common man cannot afford to get treated at a private hospital as the medicines are costly along with the room rent, investigation and other charges. On the other hand, the government hospitals slow the process.
You have to find a private doctor, a genuine soul who treats the patient with concern. One such doctor will give you strength to fight back but not the one who scares the patient to death.