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The Better Point Of View

 The sun shone bright throughout the summer which

Dreamt of the smiling faces of humans, lit

By the sun

As they rejoice under the bright sunlight

As the echoes of their laughter tell tales of fun.


But what does summer discover reality as,

But people, struggling under the heavy heat 

Faces of dread - not delight,

How could summer have known that 

The people took a different view of it all?


The trees stood gracefully, housing 

Tiny critters and birds 

But the axemen saw it of different use 

And cut down the arboreal creatures' world.


How could the trees have known

That they'd be used to make wood 

Wooden furnices, inside a home

But not a home instead?


Flowers, misapprehended by allergic people

Heights, misunderstood by the afraid

Spiders, mistaken by the non-insect-lovers,

The dark, misinterpreted by the timid.


Why not see the beauty in flowers from afar

Rather than judge them for their sneeze-evoking

Scent?

Why not admire the beautiful views heights house

Rather than the supposed danger 

Within?

Why not marvel at the miniscule spiders 

That are but living beings, just like us?

Why not gaze at the stars that appear

During none other time than dark -

You're not being just.


Let's all be honest - there have been times 

Where we have gauged a person/thing 

For the negative outcomes only 

But why do we never focus on 

The better positive ones?

Blinded 

Blinded by the dissatisfactory result 

Rather than brushing it off aside 

To focus on

The spark amongst the dark 

That could possibly ignite 

A wonderful flame.

Comments

  1. T.SrinivasanMarch 30, 2025 at 11:06 PM

    You always think differently and also positively. Also you are capable of bringing your thoughts through beautiful poem. I enjoyed this poem very much which cooked ne in the hot summer. Keep giving good messages through your tallent of writing Shriyandhaa.
    From
    Pushpa Patti

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  2. AnonymousMarch 30, 2025 at 11:37 PM

    Excellent poem Shriyandha 👌

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  3. PushkalaMarch 31, 2025 at 6:54 AM

    Dear Shriyandha , what a beautiful poem. I'm amazedby your meaning ful thoughts at this very young age.Your outpour of concern for nature and eco system is very vivid .God bless you abundantly
    With love
    Pushkala

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  4. AnonymousApril 4, 2025 at 2:59 PM

    Dis AMAZING !!! 💜🩵

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  5. AnonymousApril 4, 2025 at 5:57 PM

    This is very true Shriyandhaa. Love how you have beautifully blended the reality in simple words and strung it into a poem. Love you.

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