Crisp Summers

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When was the last time you have read the funniest opening chapter in the history of literature? Would you believe it took me 3 years to write the first page? But when I finished, what a pandora box I have opened up. I couldn't stop laughing. If you have a sense of humour, check Superpower. Read enjoy and follow. I will do the same for you

When I hear about refugee children torn away from their parents, it hurts to think how it must feel. 
          
          
          It must feel like your heart being ripped out of your chest. Know that feeling? Maybe not, because you haven't crossed hell like they have, so how can you judge sitting in your cushy chair, how it must feel, because you are not qualified unless you have had your heart ripped out of your chest or heard the screams of your blood crying out to help you. So, all those living happily ever afters don't get to decide who stays and who goes!
          
          
          Let the one who went through hell to survive, decide for the ones waiting to be rescued, pinning their hopes on maybe and could be!

What is a family without forgiveness? Nothing.
          
          Without forgiveness there is no reconciliation, just a 'You' and just a ' Me'. Two halves of a whole, floating away unhappily. 
          
          

What is a family if not a group of people who love, hurt, forgive, reconcile, and try to be a part of each other's life because being together is more important than anything else! And after facing adversities, when they are torn apart, is it fair? #FamiliesBelongTogether
          

A good poem is read for the raw heart to heal,
          But, for the heart that has already moved on— it breezes through like a light wind rustling the leaves, 
          
          It wont make your heart ache or anything, 
          but it touches a distant memory, ever so slightly, to make you philosophical, 
          It even puts a smile on your face, remembering the stupidities of an aching heart . 
          
          Yes, with time you won't care for any answers or questions,
          
          And acquaintances, friends, best friends, families and lovers, who were close once, become strangers, 
          
          Yet, that is natural, it is the nature's way to heal you, 
          
          Because, that means you have moved on, leaving the past behind with its pointless blaming.
          
          Peace and love, you will always find, only if you seek it. 
          
          This journey of yours is on a path to find yourself, 
          
          So, putting your faith in the solutions of another is just a phase, 
          
          You will cross that too, until you seek no one, and what you need will knock on your door, asking to be part of your journey. 
          
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          Just another poem inspired by an announcement I read. 

Here, I write my ant-sized contributions — my solutions to the problems faced by this bipolar world of virtuality, changing its emotions faster than the chameleon its colours. 
          So, in my anonymity, I take comfort, taking praise and criticism with a grain of salt. #writerslife
          
          
          

In England, there are many who feel the racism of the few do not necessarily reflect the many who are for equality, and many have come forward in support for the English team's footballers of colour. 
          
          Yes, there is racism in this world, we cannot be blind to it, but we also have so many good educated people who stand along with the ethnic minority friends, family and community. Footballers of colour are British, and not Asian, Nigerian, Kenyan  Ghanaian, SA, Indian, Pakistani, Bangladeshi, Carribean or South American first. Many feel offended when their loyalties are questioned based on their parents' immigration history. If you love this country, you are British enough. 
          
          The English team Captain Harry Kane and manager Gareth Southgate came out to defend Saka, Rashford and Sancho yesterday. Southgate showed real character in choosing these under represented young players for the penalty shoots. And one should not associate the penalty shoot misses as a reflection of these talented players' skills as a footballer, and the same goes for their skin colour. They played well. Period. 
          
          Italy was a strong team. Period. 
          
          There is no logic in pointing fingers. The real low points of the game were truly the assault on Grealish and Saka, which was not in the spirit of football. 
          
          Of note here is — the English team was diverse, multi-ethnic and reflected Britain's diverse people. Kudos to the English team for that. At the same time, it was disappointing to see Italy didn't have any representation from players of colour. Hopefully, that will change in the future. Most EU countries' football teams has diversity, its time Italy followed suit and gave young players from diverse backgrounds a chance to represent their nation.
          
           P. S: Italy and England played well, and were worthy teams. EURO2020
          

My ONC journey ends today after the announcement of some beautifully written winning stories. 
          
          And, eventhough ONC has ended, my novella continues in its journey to become a novel. (:

Congratulations to all the ONC2021 winners and honourable mentions... Some fantastic writing, amazing people and a great community.