Its sad that the scenario is the same this year.
Eliot was much impressed with the Hindu Upnishads. He ended this poem with
“Shantih, Shantih Shantih!
how things change 😢
the plain Janes
Some of them are miraculous
Others are meticulous.
But for sure,
they are not ridiculous
And all of them are real,
not fake even an inch
Some of them are real and raw
like the unpolished diamonds
But diamonds are diamonds
Solid, Real and Intriguing
and others are pristine and true
like dark woods or
Deep, awesome and curious.
But for sure,
they are not phony,
no, not even an inch.
don’t misunderstand the plain Janes.
Everyone needs that perfect protective shell,
Where we can live, breathe, grow and excel,
Without having the fear of the predator’s gaze
Where we can hide, retreat and rejuvenate.
Where we can shout, roar, giggle and wiggle
Be a dumb-head who fails to solve even a simple riddle
Without being conscious, like clown dwarfs,
Of those watchful eyes of hunter sharks
Yes, all of us need love, care and protection
Of that defensive shield which saves us
From the maddening, haggling, narcissistic rush
The egoistic selfish materialistic slush
Underneath which, I can be me and you can be you.
The real ME and the real YOU
The Real YOU
Oh, so desperately I want to see the real you.
Oh no, not the facade, the real you.
No,not the fake you.
The unpretentious, unpolished you.
The YOU, with whom I can talk without being conscious
The YOU, to whom I can bare my vulnerable heart
The YOU, with whom I can take a leap of faith
The YOU, to whom I can talk about my hidden fears
Please be that YOU
Please . . .