They don't know

They don't know

A Poem by Jeyanthi
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Holding Hope

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Some stones are thrown,
they don’t know
You are building milestone.
Some nails claw to pierce,
they don’t know
You are tearing into new.
Some label you laughing stock,
they don’t know
You are clown in Rummy.
Some rejoice your fall,
they don’t know
You are weaving wings.
When life hits hard,
they don’t know
living becomes an art.

© 2015 Jeyanthi


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Impactful build up and construct Jeyanthi. I especially liked the laughing stock -Clown in rummy and life is art. To see opportunity and carve out a successful life in difficulties is in itself a trophy. Some lives get wasted who have plenty and cannot understand others taking time to grow from scratch. After growth and success they realise the potential in the person. Good luck and good wishes reaching such high points to you and all of us here, lovess

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Jeyanthi

2 Days Ago

It's a process...
We must understand ourselves better than to understand what happening toread more



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Impactful build up and construct Jeyanthi. I especially liked the laughing stock -Clown in rummy and life is art. To see opportunity and carve out a successful life in difficulties is in itself a trophy. Some lives get wasted who have plenty and cannot understand others taking time to grow from scratch. After growth and success they realise the potential in the person. Good luck and good wishes reaching such high points to you and all of us here, lovess

Posted 2 Days Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Jeyanthi

2 Days Ago

It's a process...
We must understand ourselves better than to understand what happening toread more
I lOVE this beautifully penned poem, dear Jeyanthi. I love how you use the stones thrown to build a pathway away from those who threw them. Those who rejoice in one's fall will be surprised to see you flying high with your beautiful wings, soaring above them on the clouds of life close to the lovely warm sunshine. Yes, living life becomes an art, one which is learned through the hard times we endure. The wheel of life is always turning and one day, when least expected, these people will know exactly what it is like and how it feels to have stones thrown at them and they will be regretful for the harm they caused others through their unkind words. You capture life superbly in this sublime write, dear Jeyothi and I love it! Thank you so very much for sharing it with me this evening. I wish you a very lovely evening, blessed, pleasant and joyful. Enjoy!

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Jeyanthi

2 Days Ago

Thank you for expressing your beautiful thoughts... your words are poetic and inspires us, like me t.. read more
Jeyanthi

2 Days Ago

You too have a wonderful day :)
Marie

2 Days Ago

MOST welcome always, dear Jeyanthi. Almost bedtime here in Ireland! Wishing you a very lovely evenin.. read more
There are some arts you simply must do. Because they are you and you are right, they don't know. And whats more sometimes I feel they never will. Excellent soul searching write.

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Jeyanthi

2 Days Ago

Sometimes our art mock at us, we may feel confused what it implies but eventually we will know it.. .. read more
Jeyanthi

2 Days Ago

Though fallen from my ancient work 2015.. 😅

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Jeyanthi
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