Munira Dalal

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The Healing Oath

17 Apr 202117 Apr 20211 min read Munira Dalal

At the hospital accidentally bumped into Mr. Hippocrates Shared with him my benign experiences with some faculties Foremost the gynaecologist who pinched me to make

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The Storm

18 Nov 202018 Nov 20201 min read Munira Dalal

Angry sea welling with waves high Threatening looks the sky Grey looming clouds Engulf fleecy white ones Wind blowing Howling ferociously as it comes Peaceful

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O! Let there be peace

16 Oct 202016 Oct 20201 min read Munira Dalal

Across all the continents and oceans Let’s change notions and herald new tidings Let the peace doves fly with the winds of change To assuage

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My Love

18 Sep 202018 Sep 20201 min read Munira Dalal

My Love Is someone to Whom my being I owe Her blood in my veins runs and flows I know I know Your essence is

Flash Fiction Quintale-22

Shared Happiness

12 Sep 202012 Sep 20203 min read Munira Dalal

“Woof!” The sound was so faint I would have missed it, if I hadn’t felt something brushing my feet. Looking down I saw a feeble

Guest Posts Poetry

My Best Teacher

5 Sep 20205 Sep 20202 min read Munira Dalal

Life is a continuous learning and reading process It does impart and teach lessons without a recess All lessons are without lectures, books and classrooms

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Mirage

14 Jul 202014 Jul 20202 min read Munira Dalal

Nothing but an optical illusion is a mirage The heart and mind play tricks on our senses We chase it and find it’s a mere

Daddy Day Lessons

Memories Don’t Erase

20 Jun 202020 Jun 20202 min read Munira Dalal

At the tender age of six, more than my school books, I loved crayons, sketch pens, and erasers. My favourite were scented erasers in different

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Curves

15 Jun 202015 Jun 20201 min read Munira Dalal

Geometry taught me About curves Be it small, big, narrow or wide Fills me with joyous glee Soothes my nerves Seeing one flash from side

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Oh! My Worries

16 May 202016 May 20201 min read Munira Dalal

My endless worry, Prices soaring high High bills make me sigh! My stress and tension Where do I bury? Farmers are in grief Rain spell

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HOPE… ‘a tiny flicker’

9 Apr 20209 Apr 20202 min read Munira Dalal

Hope is in the last flicker Of the dying candle As it starts burning again With more life and brightness Hopeful is the sunbeam As

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Spoken Unspoken Words

15 Mar 202015 Mar 20202 min read Munira Dalal

To converse is truly an art by itself Words and tone of speaker; overwhelms or repels Some speakers try to drown the other’s voice and

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Flattery

18 Feb 202018 Feb 20201 min read Munira Dalal

Devious is the art of flattery Flattery is of praising and pleasing Flatterer has over words mastery Like a chef, adds a lot of seasoning

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My Star …Forever Shining

21 Jan 202021 Jan 20201 min read Munira Dalal

Every night I search you in a starThousand times I wonder why you went so farI sleep with my little window slightly ajarLest, you feel

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Cold, Not Frozen

15 Dec 201915 Dec 20191 min read Munira Dalal

It’s the last calendar page of the year Jingle of Santa’s bells is slowly coming near Soon the earth will be under a white blanket

PenMuse-13 Poetry

Solitude

13 Nov 201920 Nov 20191 min read Munira Dalal

me only me in my company are the moments I truly treasure the experience purely amazing incomparable and priceless Oblivion to the incessant din the

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Colours Do Speak

10 Oct 201910 Oct 20191 min read Munira Dalal

Lying on my sofa One lazy afternoon Seeing children painting The moon and shiny stars Drifted away in a Vibrant colourful dream Dreamt colourful crayons

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The Broken Necklace

18 Sep 201918 Sep 20193 min read Munira Dalal

A cool, pleasant morning greeted Mother Nature as she stepped out in the garden. Soft zephyr lightly brushed her cheeks. Sunflowers and daisies swayed on

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The Nest

17 Sep 201917 Sep 20191 min read Munira Dalal

As the sun bids adieuAnd dips to meet the horizonThe canvas of the skyTurns into a painter’s delightTwittering chirping birdsReturn eagerly homeTo their nest……..Where their