Muddy flows the Ganges

The river of time flows muddied

Through weeping shores in spate.

It carries with it

The hunger of our orphans

And the neglect of our masters

Here a child died

There a friend held on

To a dead friend

Here a mother gave birth

To a still-born

And there a old man

Sang to the Sea

For redemption from the heat

The sins of many

Would hang heavy on all of us

And when it is time to collect

Let's be ready, without apologies

To pay.

The river of time runs sullied

From the lament of the multitudes

Who were sacrificed by some

Who blamed a virus

For the wretchedness of their soul.

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Castles in sand under the weeping willows

I know I have been busy I have been busy digging Little pits in shifting sands By a choppy sea, and waiting For my little dreams To form puddles in my living And slowly watch its walls collapse Into itself Water to Water Sand and all Amidst the roaring of the waves And the silences Of the droopy willows Crying In the falling rain

But I promise to love you tomorrow

The promises of a better tomorrow Holds me back, my darling, today There is always so much more to do But I promise to love you tomorrow. Working late nights and barely sleeping I wake up and find the world already rushing ahead And each day dominoes into another But I promise to love you tomorrow. I was young once And I thought I would have more time But now I am in a bit of a rush But my darling, I promise to love you tomorrow. Just when I thought that I finally had time My therapist forced on me a dog My little sweetheart, my cuddly woodly coochie coo And Oh!, there is you! You, my darling, I promise to love you tomorrow 😊 Photo

Jina Mahsa Amini- Now I can remember, to forget

For when it is time All deaths shall be avenged All wishes of the virtuous Granted And the vicious Hung Burnt or cast aside In one swooping tide of time. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ali_Khamenei

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