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The Brick Wall Outside My Balcony

The brick wall outside my balcony 
With as many rifts as you can see
With lumps of disparity, no grace displayed,
The wall stands still, faded and frayed.
The blue painted bright, once lively and pretty,
Now a dull shade, waning away with pity,
Blocking the sun's light off, making us feel duller,
Can the brick wall become any gloomier?
With no windows, a forlorn, paralyzed standstill,
And I've no time to watch the wall so still,
Never do we take a second to gawk
At the motionless wall, its feet well locked.
It looks like it would love company 
Not that its neighbours are many,
Apart from similiar balconies,
And windows as stationary.
But someday, the wall would have to go
Would have to be broken down not so slow
But only so that another wonderful wall
Would replace the fallen one, sturdy and tall.

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  1. AnonymousJanuary 4, 2025 at 12:33 AM

    Great thought. Even a wall can attract you Shriyandhaa to give a message through rhythmic words. I'm wondering about your inner thoughts with high maturity. God is within you and blesses you always. Feeling proud about you.
    From
    Pushpa Patti

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  2. AnonymousJanuary 4, 2025 at 7:59 AM

    Congratulations.
    Keep your Thoughts on Each and Every thing.
    Keep it up.
    Good

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  3. AnonymousJanuary 7, 2025 at 7:36 PM

    Wonderful presentation! I feel proud of you Shriyandhaa, as you have proud yourself to be the right descendant of my friend Pushpa, your patti. I am Savi patti
    May God bless you for ever!🙂

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  4. AnonymousJanuary 7, 2025 at 8:58 PM

    Walls may go
    Colors may fade
    But Shriyananda's musings and intelligence will always grow bigger and larger
    Congratulations to the proud parents and grand parents
    God bless you all
    From Sathyanarayanan sir

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