My mind is devoid of
that passion for festivity
which I used to feel
when I was a lad.
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The old glory of Onam festival is gone, There is no incentive to celebrate Onam. You are absolutely right, i feel the same, dear Poet. How can we ever think of celebrating when so many are poverty stricken, sick and dying. On this occasion, i pray for the well being of all. May there be peace.......10
Thank you very much dear poetess Geeta. Onam, as you know, is an occasion for enjoyment with family members and friends which the situation is barring these days. When the people are suffering from disease and povertywe cannot enjoy any celebration. Let us pray for a better morrow
Very profound poem. We all are living in under the clouds of fear. We all have become enemy to each other. The joy of celebration, over a period of time have, vanished.10++
Thank you very much dear poet. While living under a Dsmoclean sword how can we think of celebrations and festivals
These are the thoughts running through the minds of all of us these days on all festive occasions! The charm of life is gone when everyone wears a 'mask'..... literal and figurative! The feeling of brotherhood is gone and poverty, deprivation and also depravity escalate. The enthusiasm in every one is dying out! Yet we have to dream of better times! A poignant write!
Thank you very much dear Valsa George. You are cent percent correct. Any celebration that falls during these days of strain and stress carries no charm.The feeling of universal fraternity has deserted human minds. People have lost enthusiasm and energy. In such condition festivals are of no meaning