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  22h Shambhavi
Madhavi
Look at me
Right in my eye
When your words fall short
Let me see through
Your sorrows that deep
Let me take it and
Let you be free
Come one
Come all
And gather round
Let us sit upon the ground
In the dawning day
As the warmth accrues
The birds awake
To this paragraph new
And the badgers slumber
Beneath the clay
Human progress
Not delayed
The horizon suffused
Orange and pink
To be alive
But not to think
The rising sun
Sings it song aloud
Oh look!
There is a mushroom cloud.
I screamed in heavy rainfall,
hoped they would hear me.
Perhaps the thunder was too loud—
or maybe...
Their ears were filled with rainwater.

I wept in a silent room,
hoped they would wipe my tears.
Perhaps I didn’t weep loud enough—
or maybe...
They built walls where windows should have been.
Sometimes its worse when you got no one to understand you, you'll feel like a ghost no one can see you even though you r sitting with them.
I hibernate like a bear, but not from winter, from the world.
Sometimes the clouds of thought gather too thick,
Blanketing the soul,
Until it forgets.....
The vast blue it once called home.
Stress can really cause random poetries😅
"What would people think?"
"Nothing."
"Do you care or even think about them?
Do you have anything to blame?"
"They have their own jobs to do,
Just like you."

"Judging you from different frames,
'They' is just part of your brain."
We think "What would people think?" without realizing they are busy with their own things. "What would people think?" are just different parts of our brain judging us.
Sceneries sleep beneath us,
Painted beautifully in silent grace.
But when they rise,
They might tear us apart.
If you know, u know🙃
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