Actually, here I wanted to mean that Mother Nature herself has got trapped amidst the jungle of concrete. A city-life is not always a bliss. Thanks for sharing your thoughts. I do agree that even a piece of natural beauty can make anyone happy… 🙂
Wow Mani. . very true words! In cities it is difficult to feel free as we all are always trapped with different things. I can feel the words. Nature is the only thing that takes us closer to mental peace.
Well done Maniparna 🙂 I often wonder how trees manage to survive in our big cities, along-side busy roads. I am glad they do – they give me shelter and draw my eye to the beauty of a blue sky…with a few puffy white clouds 🙂 Thank you for another excellent poem and pic.
Thanks for the clarification 🙂 I got that what you meant. I was just trying to say that concrete also sometimes seems to produce a symphony, hyperbolic it may sound, but I find symphony in the intricately designed stone pillars of ancient temples. But, here, it’s just dissonance… 🙂
The gorgeous sky is a welcome reprieve from concrete, I agree. Look beyond your current suroundings, What an important and hopeful message! There’s so much substance in your lovely poetry. 🌤😍
It’s surprising how small the world is when surrounded by all the concrete and yet, how big the buildings become and take over. To find a patch of green can be nearly impossible.
Beautiful poem, Mani. Love the last words, “shy and light”. It speaks of fragility, yet we can positive and hopeful in times of vulnerability. So easy to be trapped in concrete, especially if we work a full time job nine to five. So easy to get caught up in routine and stick to it because it’s easy.
Love the shot, and love the upwards angle. It is as if the person who took the shot is looking up and looking out, up and out to a better day and place 🙂
You’ve expressed my mood precisely here! I was actually ” looking up and looking out, up and out “… the day was a bright one and I wanted to go out but you know, “trapped” in nine to five 😦
Even if someone has claustrophobia if he’s got a window to view the natural beauty then feeling trapped would be a privilege.
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Actually, here I wanted to mean that Mother Nature herself has got trapped amidst the jungle of concrete. A city-life is not always a bliss. Thanks for sharing your thoughts. I do agree that even a piece of natural beauty can make anyone happy… 🙂
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Anyway , wonderful stuff. Thoughtful words in this poem.
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nice and meaningful 🙂
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Thanks, Joshi… 🙂
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I don’t live in the city but I think your words described perfectly
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You are fortunate, Sara. 🙂
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You captured so much meaning in so little words! Wow 🙂
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Thanks for your words of appreciation, Zee… 🙂
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You are most welcome, it was my pleasure 🙂
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And so many such beauties of nature suffocating in the concrete mesh! So well put. Loved it Maniparna!
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Yes… tragedies of city-life…
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Wow Mani. . very true words! In cities it is difficult to feel free as we all are always trapped with different things. I can feel the words. Nature is the only thing that takes us closer to mental peace.
Have a great weekend Mani. . 🙂
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Absolutely, Jackie. Nature is such a happiness, a bliss! Even a piece of it wrapped in the dust and dirt of city refreshes us… 🙂
thank you for stopping by….hope you are having a great Sunday… 🙂
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Yes, very true Mani. . Nature is our healer. And you are welcome. Have a good time. 🙂
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Well done Maniparna 🙂 I often wonder how trees manage to survive in our big cities, along-side busy roads. I am glad they do – they give me shelter and draw my eye to the beauty of a blue sky…with a few puffy white clouds 🙂 Thank you for another excellent poem and pic.
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True that, Andy. Just think of their tenacity and determination! They grow up and tall in spite of all the adversities. 🙂
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They are inspiring, to be sure 🙂
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‘Cacophony of concrete’…what an apt use of oxymoron! Short but powerful poem with subtle messages! 🙂
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Thanks, Balroop… it’s indeed not the symphony but a cacophony… 😦
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Oxymoron is : A rhetorical device in which two seemingly contradictory words are used together for effect… can concrete produce cacophony?
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Thanks for the clarification 🙂 I got that what you meant. I was just trying to say that concrete also sometimes seems to produce a symphony, hyperbolic it may sound, but I find symphony in the intricately designed stone pillars of ancient temples. But, here, it’s just dissonance… 🙂
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The gorgeous sky is a welcome reprieve from concrete, I agree. Look beyond your current suroundings, What an important and hopeful message! There’s so much substance in your lovely poetry. 🌤😍
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I’m so glad you got and loved the message I wanted to convey. Thank you so much… ❤
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Lovely! If only more such pristine delights get trapped! 🙂
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True…a bit of delightful skywatch.
Thanks so much… 🙂
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Very profound!
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Thank you, Lynn … 🙂
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Love this one
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It’s surprising how small the world is when surrounded by all the concrete and yet, how big the buildings become and take over. To find a patch of green can be nearly impossible.
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Yes, the jungle of concrete is devouring up everything… 😦
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Beautifully written. Trapped! One word but it conjures a different image to people.
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Thank you so much 🙂 Always appreciate your thoughtful comments on my blog… 🙂
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Beautiful poem, Mani. Love the last words, “shy and light”. It speaks of fragility, yet we can positive and hopeful in times of vulnerability. So easy to be trapped in concrete, especially if we work a full time job nine to five. So easy to get caught up in routine and stick to it because it’s easy.
Love the shot, and love the upwards angle. It is as if the person who took the shot is looking up and looking out, up and out to a better day and place 🙂
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You’ve expressed my mood precisely here! I was actually ” looking up and looking out, up and out “… the day was a bright one and I wanted to go out but you know, “trapped” in nine to five 😦
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Don’t stress, Mani. Work hard, but dream and play hard too 😉
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Sure… 🙂
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So accurately portrayed! It is a maze that traps.
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Indeed… !
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Although the outer appearance might look concrete, the inner souls remains shy, reserved and perhaps pristine
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Very well said, Pranju. 🙂
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You have a shutterbug’s eye for stunning visuals. Firmamental delight is well captured, duly complemented by your ornamental words….
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Thank you so much. I have an awkward hobby of clicking anything that comes in my way… 😀
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How we long for some fresh breeze in the concrete jungles that we live in! Very beautifully expressed Maniparna.
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Yes, it becomes claustrophobic at times!
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Sometimes I feel like that!
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Me, too…!
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‘Trapped in the cacophony of concrete’….loved this usage. Perfectly true for the city dwellers like us.
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Yes, big cities and our ways of life…
Thanks, Rekha, for stopping by… 🙂
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simple, yet powerful poem..cheers
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Thanks, Cheers… 🙂
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my pleasure, cheers!
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You’ve chosen such a wonderful picture to compliment your powerful words! Well done M!
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Glad you liked the trapped moments… 🙂
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This is so true and deep indeed.
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Thanks for your words of appreciation… 🙂 Means a lot…
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My pleasure.
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It’s such a delight to spot this piece of blue heaven in our city landscape dotted with concrete and smoke. Beautiful verse Mani 🙂
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Truly a delight to catch a piece of the clear blue sky… 🙂
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Very true. We have to find place to take breath in the cacophony of concrete like this way.
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Indeed. A piece of blue sky can lift the mood for a moment… 🙂
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So true. In big cities the sky itself is trapped.
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It is… 😦
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Yes..it is a concrete jungle out there and any piece of the sky is a boon to mankind! Loved the verses!
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Thank you so much, Sunita… 🙂
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