Take My Hand Quick and Tell Me

I haven't written any blog for a while, but the lockdown - being locked at home - made me realize a few things. Things worth sharing. 

Every time I see all these unread messages on my Whatsapp, I feel saddened and depressed. How we forget people while being busy with our lives. We make our lives complicated first and then start complaining about how occupied we are. I think this is the time everyone, including me, should realize how important and valuable human relations are. Because that is all we have. The only thing that makes us strong. The only love, significance, and joy we can have in our lives is only between us. 

Our situation on earth these days shows how weak we are against nature's forces. Grab tight each other's hands and stand against it.  Like all the love we can have is only between us, the only support we can have is from each other. 

I am really looking forward to the day when all this will be over. Humans would feel safe and home again on their planet, their home - their only home. I hope it will be soon. IA. 


FROM far, from eve and morning
  And yon twelve-winded sky,
The stuff of life to knit me
  Blew hither: here am I.
 
Now—for a breath I tarry        5
  Nor yet disperse apart—
Take my hand quick and tell me,
  What have you in your heart.
 
Speak now, and I will answer;
  How shall I help you, say;        10
Ere to the wind’s twelve quarters
  I take my endless way.

A. E. Housman (1859–1936).  A Shropshire Lad.  1896.




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