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 May 2020 L B
Sarita Aditya Verma
Days of uncertainty await many
Days undefined lived by many
Days together / apart lived by many
Days never to be forgotten / remembered lived by many
Days that bring days are the days that many have been living
Days beyond, to look forward to are the times and days wanted by many
What are these days
Uncertain
Undefined
Unique

Universally
Every Day
Positive thoughts and energy would take us all to the days that are meant to be
 May 2020 L B
Donall Dempsey
HWAET  SCEAL IC SINGAN? SING ME FRUMSCEAFT!!

(What shall I sing.... . .sing me creation!)

And she sang to him.

And she sang of him.

She sang of the love she had created for them.

She used birds for words & the rain that had fallen.

She used flowers & tears & interwove them.

She used sighs & hours & the loneliness within them.

She used moonlight & pain & what remained

...when she was far from him.

She sang of a love that had dreamed of being

...& hadn’t yet awoken.

She sang of herself & called to him ....called to him.

And she sang of him.

And she sang to him.

She sang of the love ...that belonged to them.

She sealed it with tears & the fears of her heart

...breaking.

She sang him

Creation!
it may be best you do not watch the news

that you concentrate on fuel or ticks this

spring

mostly in the day i am fine

muddling about here day

ten

now

yesterday we ran out of knitting yarn

ordered more

mended the chair where he wore it

away

all those years back

drew my escape by boat with the

clockwork mouse while the neighbours

watched

i did not see watch andrew marr as expected

in the morning

i saw a dedicated programme late afternoon

when i was tiring

james

maybe you are best not watching the news

the skies are clear here again today

it is very quiet and the schools have

closed

hoping my fuel comes today

coal nuggets, dry logs and sticks

ordered remotely
 May 2020 L B
Babatunde Raimi
Dear Allah
Accept our ibadah
We receive grace to remain pious
In this month of Ramadan
Roll away the plagues
And let our Iman speak

Dear Allah
The beneficent, the merciful
Open the eyes of our soul
To see the "Why" of the season
Teach us to be grateful always
Even in the face of a pandemic

Dear Allah
Hold us aloft in Your hands
Lest we fall and crash
With this pandemic
You built your holy temples;
In our human heart beyond walls
And amplified the need for family

Though we strayed from you
But the sight of the moon gave us hope
That our prayers are answered
If you could hang it in the skies
Without droplets or pillars
Is there anything too hard for YOU?

Dear Allah
The Creator of the Universe
Of all the elements you created
We have been most ungrateful
Even in our unfauthfullness
Accept my prayers and forgive our sins
Please roll over this one too
That we live in peace and harmony

We join our brothers and sisters alike
Worshipping you in holy temples
In different cities, faith and culture
To say chain the jinns of Corrona
That they refrain from their torments
By our fast we have obtained "Taqwa"
And we know YOU answer prayers

All outer deeds are solely ours
But Rammadan is for YOU
And YOU romised rewards to faithfuls
We ask not for riches nor gold
Silver, diamond nor precious ornaments
All that we can ever ask now
By virtue of the month of Ramadan
Please take us back to yesterday...
Happy Ed el Fitri.
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