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Photographs speak... From one of the pages of my Album

Photographs speak...                                      From one of the pages of my Album

Many sweet moments and events of the past, we left behind
When I turn over the album pages, they flash out in my mind
Now due to the covid’19 disasters when we confined at home
Albums become balms that soothe, and in the dream, I roam
In Krannert Centre Hall in Hooding Ceremony, 2017, 13th May
We met renowned Professor Dr. Ioannis Chasiotis, UIUC, USA
To have us in the Hooding Ceremony Professor was very happy
Who hooded my son with the highest degree of Dr. of Philosophy
Parents from many countries participated for their daughter or son
Who conferred with the highest degree in this coveted Function
Parents and the dignitaries in the big Hall occupied all the seats
The ceremony started with pompous music and gorgeous drumbeats
Albums become our source of happiness, pleasure, and inspiration
At this disastrous, hopeless conditions of covid’19 for home isolation
 

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Being Me

Lovely words reminding us how special photos are because memories are priceless x

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Uma prosad Das

So many thanks for kindly going through my poetry and for your sweet review.  It's my inspiration.

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