Now, the days are full of clouds and smog,
Blooming sun often is caught in a concrete clog.
Encumbered and incarcerated.
Chains of technology, berated
The rise of the eternal.
The beauty, ephemeral.
Scattered Thoughts
Welcome to my world, a tapestry of thoughts and forms conceived in my mind
Scattered Thoughts 
It really doesn’t matter if the poetry is short,but the impact di your words have is astounding. Forever drawing inspiration from you,didi.
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The horrors of indiscriminate modernization at the cost of destroying nature is aptly captured in you lovely poem.
Thanks and regards.
Dilip
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A lovely way to put it.
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Although pollution does ruin the beauty of the sun, there is also something beautiful about it as well, viewed in a certain way. Concrete clog is a lyrical way to rhyme that second line, I really liked it.
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Great 🙂
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Thanks… 🙂
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Words of bliss and capturing a city’s soul 🙂 Mumbai comes to the mind for some reason or the other.
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Thanks, Vishal. Yes, perhaps all big cities share some common traits… 🙂
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Very nicely penned.
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Thank you… 🙂
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How beautifully you have summarized the reality of a rising sun in urban landscape, Maniparna
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Thank you so much. The network of wires resembled cages, at least to me. 😦
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City life itself is a big cage!
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You have captured the conflict
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The conflict between technology and pristine nature…
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your poetry says it all
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Glad you liked it… 🙂
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Wow! This is powerful, thank you Maniparna.
So good to see you back on wordpress. Hope you are having a wonderful year so far. All the best to you!!
Blessings,
Debbie
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Thank you, Debbie. Yes, m trying to be regular with blogging. Hope you are having a great time ❤ ❤
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