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Thunder & Lightning

Lightning is that which intimidates, 

But thunder is that which wishes 

To follow lightning. 

That is to say, 

Thunder follows lightning's path, 

But reaches a different destination. 

But thunder can be far more intimidating - 

You don't need to see it to believe it. 

But aren't we told to not blindly believe 

Whatever we hear? 

For all we know, the "thunder" we heard, 

Could just be the bark of a very large dog. 

But lightning is something we see -

But can we believe everything we see? 

Perhaps the lightning is just 

The lights, somewhere in the sky 

Fluctuating. 

But if we can't rely on thunder 

Or lightning 

What if they're both played together? 

Though thunder always follows, 

Never leads or walks beside, 

Surely, we can believe 

If we see it, and hear it. 

But how great could the coincidences be? 

No, to believe it, you must feel it - 

And not just a mere inkling - 

Something genuine - something you truly believe.

Something you're not forced to believe, 

Just by the proof 

Laid for every sense. 

But if we can't differentiate 

Our genuine thoughts, from kindled ones - 

Then what can we believe?

Comments

  1. Wonderful thought and words Shriyandhaa. . Sound and light through Thunder and Lightning
    Linking with human blind belief or not to blindly believe and ending with the quention mark making the reader to think really surprises me about your wisdom at your age. You are a blessed poet. Iam proud about you.

    From
    Pushpa patti

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  2. Super ma. Keep writing. Now you have wandered into the realm of philosopy. Great for such a young girl. Kudos

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  3. Love the juxtaposition ! Brilliant observation of what we are told and what we believe.

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  4. Wonderful writing
    Great thinking at this age
    God bless her with abundant achievement in future
    Our blessings Asirvathams to your grand daughter
    Baby and vaidehi

    From your kolluthatha and Patti aged above 80

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  5. Good poem!
    It's always the experience which reassures the belief!
    To experience what we believe in life is the very design of Nature!
    Convey my Congrats to your gr.dr Shriyandhaa 👏👌💐

    From my office friend Savithri madam aged 70

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