A Journey towards the Core - Waghbil

rising before the sun,

a journey towards exploring within & beyond;

pacing through walk, stroll & run,

re-discovering with nature, a historic bond..

bathing through the sun & sweat,

rejoicing the breeze like never before;

without chasing calls & internet,

approaching the forest cave to the core.. 

each stream we came across on the way,

had enough to soothe the spirit & soul;

cooling waterfall & the merciful sun ray,

added with love served on a food bowl.. 

Savaroli - simplicity & nature can change lives!!

Life - quite precious to undermine...

Masking up the Face,

Keeping up the Pace;

Competing the Race,

Playing up the Maze...

World today - pushing to bounce Back,

Slow - but yes - moving off the Rack;

While the Will takes over the Fear,

Each one needs to mind their Gear...

Challenging the Times,

Writing the Rhymes;

It's time to hold each other,

To step up ahead further...

It's a fall to climb back Upon,

A new beginning - A new life Born;

It's high time we respect Nature,

Not only the money earned & Stature...

While we underwent LockDown:

Rivers - continued to flow

Plants - continued to grow

Farmers - continued to sow

Sun - continued to shine

Life - yours & mine

Is quite Precious - to undermine... 

Not every Freedom owns a Flag

Freedom is what we celebrate,
Freedom is what we crave;
Freedom is much thought about,
Freedom is my question very naïve…

Free were the rivers caught by us in a dam,
Free were the forests & parrots so green;
Free were our expressions captured in a cam,
Free were our feet devoid of a cover rexine…

Free were the beggars who shared & ate,
Free were the docks before constructing a gate;
Free were the pigeons without a building around,
Free were the trees without a cemented compound…

Free were the city labour working on a field,
Free were the crops grown today only for yield;
Free were the hills before being cut for a road,
Free were the destination driven vehicles & the people onboard…

Free were the winds dancing before, now sliced by a blade of windmill,
Free were the rays of dawn before, reaching the sunrise point uphill;
Free were the droplets of unpolluted rain,
Free were the stones imprisoned to run the train…

We did this all for our own gain…

We are free & are equipped with an army on borders,
We have the court & a pen to pass all orders;
We have the Freedom to command & change,
We have the right to snatch “few things” in exchange ??