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Minimalising life is wonderful.
All the messes we made around us seem futile.
We require such a small list of things to live.
No place for hotels and pizzas and pakodas.
No value of meaningless roaming in city.
No urge for shampooing so much.
No hurry to huddle up.
No worry for the evening parties.
No chance for creams and moisturisers.
No fuel cost to cut the pocket.
No late night dinners for the sake of being busy.
The word Busy has lost the charm.
The children are the real friends.
Books are the soulmates.
Self is the only important thing.
Lockdown seems vacation in heaven.
House turns into home.
Missing others seems beautiful.
Concern for close ones has risen up.
Socialising erupts from being cut off from society.
Seems that we live now.
Time has lost its revolutions
Life has changed a lot
We are becoming 'we'
Relinquishing the false
Clinging to the real. |
