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They

You know what they say, "Practice makes
Perfect"? 
You know how they say, "Let the past 
Be the past"?
You know how you feel
Knowing something you're doing 
Is not right,
You know they're watching you ponder,
You do, right?
They stay around you, you meet them, see them
Everyday,
They can give glowing smiles, or uncanny looks
Depending on the aura around you -
Wherever you are, they are there 
They are there everywhere.
You might think you're alone, somewhere
Deserted
But you never are
They're still there -
And they are also probably the ones
Who know you, better than you know 
Yourself.
They say confusing strings,
There are lots of songs they sing,
They have seen lots of things,
There's something, which, to myself I'll always
Think,
It will either remain unanswered, 
Or will be forgotten, 
But I shall not think it will be addressed
But nonetheless - 
They cannot control 
Everything you do 
Even if the things they have said 
Echo constantly, pounding with hard questions,
They do not matter, at least 
Not as much as you think.
They're in the distant past, in the far future 
They're in this very moment, 
Probablye even reading this 
For all we know, it could be anyone.
Here's 
Something I've always asked, and as have you
I'm sure -

"Who's they?"


Comments

  1. T.SrinivasanApril 21, 2025 at 11:41 PM

    Ending the poem with the question makes me to think that the people around you how they influence with their talks and words. Your thoughts are extraordinary and your messages in your writings are really useful for the society . May God bless you Shriyandhaa.
    From
    Pushpa patti

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  2. AnonymousApril 22, 2025 at 6:20 AM

    Practice makes the Girl Perfect.
    Congratulations.
    All the Best

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  3. AnonymousApril 24, 2025 at 8:23 AM

    Excellent writing. You always think differently and bring your thoughts in your writing in a most appreciable way. Best wishes to you. From pushkala

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