Time is tense; past and the present
Not a bright day to celebrate
The night is still on, dark and gloomy
With no sight of dawn..
When bombs fall around our loved ones
With no roof to cover their dignity
Hunger and thirst goes unnoticed
By the wrath of God or someone related to our almighty..
But we can still thank for
What we have until this morning
What we hope for tomorrow, near and the distant future
So, what we gather next become treasures
To cherish, preserve and for many more Happy Pongals to come..
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