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Thoughts

 


Some sweet, some sour,

Some near, some far.

Some harsh, some soft,

Some rare, some oft.


Some bad, some good,

Some of the recent childhood.

Some sad, some happy,

Some calm, some jumpy.


Some which bother us very much,

Some which give us the urge to punch.

Some which are brain teasers,

Some which make us great thinkers.


Some which make our destiny come true,

Some which give live's walk through.

Some which make us doze off nicely,

Some which make us act beastly.


Some which shape our life for us,

Some which which make us make a fuss.

Some about day, some about night,

Some about fright, some about might.


Some which give us terrible feelings,

Some which make us see such things.

Some which make life a cozy nook,

Some which are hidden inside a book.


Thoughts are past, present and future, 

Thoughts are those which nurture.

Thoughts might hide, thoughts might peep,

But they will never fall asleep. 

Comments

  1. Wonderful poem with Great message .May God bless you in writing more and more thought provoking poems
    From Pushpa patti

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  2. Excellent imagination. Keep it up Shriyandhaa. Fine

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  3. Excellent poem shreyandha. Best wishes to you. Keep it up

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  4. "Thoughts might hide, thoughts might peep but thoughts will never fall asleep" Excellent expressions with words to go with thoughts .keep going dear.
    From Geetha Patti
    All the best 💗

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  5. Many write, but you excel!

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  6. Our blessings to your granddaughter who has opened up her thoughts about life and it's components in her own way. That shows her anxiety to express herself to the world in a very defined and refined way. Praying for God's gift to be in abundance with her and all of you.

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  7. The above best wishes from Smt. & Shri. O.A. Varadarajan and family.

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  8. Super Shriyandhaa...Keep writing...God bless you..

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