Dear Pensioners,
Life needs a certificate.
Today is the last day
Of the Certificate.
Else,
You will be deemed
Dead.
Dear Pensioners,
Life needs a certificate.
Today is the last day
Of the Certificate.
Else,
You will be deemed
Dead.
Sufferings can't be prioritised,
That we face our pains
In some order.
All pains are connected,
Some are of the heart,
Rest are of the heart.
Sparsh has sparshed (aka, touched) our hearts and minds. It has started operating defence pensioners pension. I am not sure why. But this I think I know: a defence pensioner has to work really hard to prove that s/he is alive.
Coming at the heels of this life certificate conundrum is the trouble that is brewing for fauji pensioners in yumlok. It is believed that Yamraj has directed that deceased fauji pensioners will have to renew their death certificates every November. In the absence of such renewal, they will be turned out of heaven. Defence pensioners who are resident of hell are in any case happy to be turned out of hell.
The defence pensioners are in a quandary because of this order. It is well known that the Office of the Registrar of Birth and Death does not renew birth or death certificates. The office bearers say: once you are dead, you are dead.
*Yamraj: Under Whose directions atmans are carried away after death.
*yumlok: The domain of Yamraj
*fauji: Servicemen and women
I know all too well.
It's time to say goodbye,
Still the wish,
That Time would stop,
The night would stop,
It's time for the heart
To turn gypsy again,
Still the wish,
That there would be no escape,
And love would remain chained.
Have a palindrome syndrome?
This one is first rate,
Which is today's date,
22-11-22,
Is a beautiful palindrome too.
If I'm the black sheep,
Still I'm family,
If I finish marathon last,
Still I run rapidly.