Quid pro quo


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Its April of 2019 and Day 17 of A to Z Challenge. I am doing Foreign word/phrase a day and 8 line poem for it.

Word/Phrase: quid pro quo
Language: Latin
Meaning: a favor or advantage given in return for something

Poem:
for a mother,
who bares the pain,
who cooks the pleasure,
who okay’s everything,
who understands unsaid,
for unconditional love,
quid pro quo,
doesn’t exist.

Interpretation:
For the poem that is crystal clear, I like the shape that poem has taken. Looks like a little tree of love.

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Never Give up – Period? Or Comma??


Well, unlike the title says, I don’t have a discussion or an argument to make. I already have a conclusion that it’s definitely a comma and not a period.  I strongly believe that ‘never give up’ is not with a full stop.

A ‘Never give up’ applies to everything. Wait, that’s not true. There are some things which we sure can give up. It’s always good to give up on something which does not bring any excitement in life. It’s so okay to give on something which does not make any intellect now, which it made earlier. Giving up all those which only holds package of pain is perfectly okay.

Never give up, on something which you really want. Give up the method, give up the process, give up on the resources and give up the intermediates which are not supporting and not in the path. May be they all seemed good back then, but if not anymore, give them up!

I am not taking about giving up the aim, but suggesting to look out for a better alternative when it’s not working out. Not the hopes, dreams, passion and love.

What I want to say is,

Never give up, unless….

Well, you know how to complete it.  Having said that and conveyed my thoughts, peace. Period.

Darkness in the Light


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This poem is written for Poetry 101 Rehab: Dark . The prompt demands to pen down something on the theme “dark”. Here i attempt, to keep the poem as dark as possible!

The Darkness: We see people who are abandoned and left on streets. We see theirs sufferings. We see those innocent hands begging for a penny. When we are worried about the little things that we could not complete for the day, there are people who are worried if they could get to eat something for the day. They have no clue of what is happening around the world. What they really want to know is “will their tummy fill today and will they see the sunshine tomorrow!”.


He never understood,
He never explained,
Hidden in his smiles,
Darkness and fear files.

He wore a mask,
Never no one to ask,
For it was not his dreams,
Taking darkness in his teams.

The cries of pain,
Heart with dark stains,
For all the things he dared,
The darkness itself scared.

The regrets were strong,
Never felt so wrong,
He did not knew why,
Where life seemed a lie.

Never saw the sunshine,
Or what it actually meant,
For only he could rent,
A deathbed just fine!

In the end, came all,
Looking at his fall,
Only words they sell,
“Sleep Well!”


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