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Best Poems Written by Shashwath Manjunath

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Broccolis In the Forest

The broccolis in the forest,
Which make air to breathe,
They show their green feathers
That stem out of their sheath.
Fruits in our appetizers
Fragrance from their flowers
They work for our best
In how they influence showers.                                                                                                                                                                                                                    

Although their help is immense
We still cut them down.
We burn them for our fireplaces
And they continue to frown.
Soil erodes from places
As floods come sweeping in.
If we don't use common sense
Our end will be seen.

As always has existed
There is a solution to this.
We shouldn’t cut them down
But should plant more of these.
We should treat them as our own
For they are kind and giving.
Let’s all get unified
To get the broccolis smiling.

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The Internet

Internet, internet, internet
It is neither a fishing net
Nor a mosquito net
But it caught everyone in its net.

When the internet was invented
New ways to connect were created.
It changed the world very fast
As it influenced people a lot.

The handwritten letters vanished
And mails became diminished.
Emails became the norm
With everyone looking at the cam.
Living very far wasn't bad
As you could instantly talk to your dad.

But some thing bad started happening
As people’s doors started closing.
Face-to-face talk decreased
As online messaging increased.

Everyone started typing
And alongside came down writing.
Although everyone seemed connected
They became socially disconnected.

But I am of the opinion
That we will all have a reunion.
We will all connect together
To make our world better.

Internet, internet, internet
It is neither a fishing net
Nor a mosquito net
But it is what connected our planet.

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Safari West

Our winter break at Safari West. 
Birds chirping in their nest.
The creek’s melodious medley
The smell and pitter-patter of the rain 
Goosebumps from the cold wind
Thick fog covering the tall pine
And ducks and ducklings swimming in a line

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Breakfast

Can you choose whether to
Have bread or pancakes for breakfast?
Or organic oats, cereals and milk?
Is a fruit needed on the plate?
Can the items on the plate make a rainbow?
Every exciting morning with the same decisions to make.
Select the best from them and gobble them in a jiffy.

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Collapse

It was 2039, a nation laid low, 
A once-proud land, now shrouded in woe. 
We stood on the brink, victorious near, 
But the invaders' shadow cast our darkest year.

It began in '21, a fateful day, 
When a leader’s hand paved the invaders’ way. 
Like rats, they multiplied, a hungry horde, 
Their poison spread, a blight on our land explored.

In '24, a tyrant rose to reign, 
She was nothing but a big ty promise in vain. 
With terrorist’s fist, she crushed our hope's flame, 
As darkness descended, our spirits got tame.

Fear, like wildfire, swept across our land,
Leaders, like embers, vanished, hand in hand. 
Our cries for salvation, a mournful plea, 
Echoed through the ruins, lost at sea.

Protests erupted, flames danced in the night, 
The invaders united, their voices a blight. 
Chaos reigned supreme, anarchy's reign, 
As our nation crumbled, lost in the pain.

Colleges burned, students, hearts aflame, 
Yet no savior came, no one to claim. 
The government, a shell, a hollow deceit, 
As hope faded, our souls grew incomplete.

A nation at war, with itself and the world, 
Our dreams turned to dust, our banners unfurled. 
No one could save us, no one took a stand, 
As the ruins of our nation filled the land.

Fear, like wildfire, swept across the land, 
Leaders, like embers, vanished, hand in hand. 
Our cries for salvation, a mournful plea, 
Echoed through the ruins, lost at sea.

Let this be a warning, a rallying cry,
To stand against darkness, to never deny.
The future’s still ours, if we choose to fight,
And reclaim our nation, restore the light.

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Swimming

The sight of the blue water 
Shook me with great fear.
A small pool turned into an ocean
And I cried loudly in tension.?

The sight of the blue water
Was one I had to savor.
Fear and tension receded
While bravery and determination succeeded 

The sight of blue water
Finally became much sweeter.

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Slab City

Out in the desert, dry and wide,
There’s a place where people hide.
No rules, no rent, no locked-up gates,
Just open skies and empty plates.

Homes are built from scraps and sand,
Painted bright by careful hand.
Words of crime and dreams untold,
On walls that crack from heat and cold.

Some come to stay, some come to go,
Some criminals just want to lay low.
In the silence, guitarrists' songs still play,
At end of day, under the Milky Way.

Life is hard, the sun beats down,
Water’s rare, no nearby town.
Freedom hums like a demon's hymn,
In this place of dust and sin.

If you want to live life free,
Come and see what you could be.
In Slab City, strange and wild,
Where the earth is fierce—for criminals mild.

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Our Californian Marsh

In the land of golden sunshine, where the waves do crash, 
There lies a tranquil beauty, a Californian marsh. 
Where waters shimmer softly, reflecting skies so blue, 
A haven for the creatures, and a sanctuary too.

The marshland breathes with life, a chorus of birdsong, 
As egrets gracefully wade, camly gliding along. 
Their wingspan wide and elegant, in search of their delight, 
In this marshland sanctuary, where nature takes its flight.

The reeds sway gently in the breeze, whispering their tale, 
Of ancient times and stories, in this mystical wetland trail. 
The scent of salty ocean, mingling with the earth, 
Creates a fragrant symphony, celebrating marshland's birth.

Amongst the vibrant colors, where wildflowers bloom, 
Butterflies dance in harmony, dispelling any gloom. 
Dragonflies in vibrant hues, zip and dart with grace, 
As they skim the marshland's surface, a ballet in space.

Beneath the calm and peaceful waters, secrets are concealed, 
As fish and turtles glide, their presence unrevealed. 
The marshland is a treasure, a fragile ecosystem, 
Where harmony and balance thrive, nature's precious prism.

So let’s cherish this marshland, this Californian gem, 
Protect its fragile beauty, let its spirit never dim. 
For in its tranquil embrace, we find solace and peace, 
A refuge for all creatures, where nature's wonders never cease.