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Two Curves, One Line

It rains hard 

Flooding the streets below 

The skies cry and cry until 

Their tears stop to flow 

And as soon as they do, 

Beautiful sunshine 

Cast upon the flooded streets 

The sun burning, independently 

Without the clouds covering its lit face

It's like the skies laughing at their tears.

As the pavement burns with excessive heat, 

The skies close up again 

And shower us more 

And as quick as they closed, they open 

The sun gleaming again, above, so bright 

A bit too bright.

Cry now, smile later

Fight today, laugh at it tomorrow. 

That's exactly how it goes.

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  1. T.SrinivasanJune 10, 2025 at 10:10 PM

    Wow wonderful imagination Shriyandhaa. The nature and it's messages given to you are really amazing. I love this poem .
    From
    PUSHPA PATTI

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  2. T.SrinivasanJune 10, 2025 at 10:19 PM

    Wonderful write up by Shriyandhaa. 👌👌👏👏
    From Chandra Madam A g G Office Rtd Sr.AO

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  3. AnonymousJune 10, 2025 at 10:37 PM

    Dear Shriyandhaa, your poetry has inspired me. I think it’s a masterpiece and absolutely breathtaking. I like the way you express the nature. continue writing your poetry. V. T. Arasu. Chennai.

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  4. AnonymousJune 10, 2025 at 11:12 PM

    Super imagination Shriyandhaa God bless u Congratulations This is ur Pushpa Patti's friend Sujatha paatti

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  5. AnonymousJune 11, 2025 at 3:30 AM

    As usual amazing stuff. Really enjoyed your writing. Best wishes to you dear Shriyandha. God bless you abundantly ....from pushkala paati

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  6. AnonymousJune 11, 2025 at 9:39 PM

    Wonderful imagination! Kudos to Shriyandhaa 🙂

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