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Best Poems Written by Aswitha Panneerselvam

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Do You Have Answer-Shades

The shades of “blues” might have an intense wavelength.
It literally overshadows her “colorful seasons”.

This school champion might already realize this.
Games are not that easy in this "normal world."

An imperfect design never fits into the Fine System.
It never fails to tell her how bad she is in this.

It might be her first criticism.
She push herself hard,  in this race of Infinite Perfection.
Sometimes running, chasing, breaking.
Even pleading  never going to works.
It's not that easy. Right?

The more intense she gets, the more she sags and breaks.
but she is still too imperfect to get pity on her.

What she tries to do?
does she collect the shattered pieces?
that was over-walked by many without even noticing.

What… sudden gray shades in the weather?
ooh….! I think rain is going to come.
It is one of an intense, heavy rain.


Why does she still crawl over there?
Wait.. what shading her?
Is that wings, that she folded before leaving school?
Wow…! It's almost rusted, what red shades on it ? 

Oh, my god, I think we caught.
 Hi...…!    "May I fly again?"

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Growing Up

I'm still confused about growing up.
What, when, why, and how
Are we talking about maturity?
Naturally, it starts with a womb. I mean, growing up.
You should understand the gentle reminder, “What are you going to do in the future?”
Don’t be irresponsible. attend every class in elementary school.
You're in middle school; act like an adult.
Now that you are a high schooler, you might plan for higher studies.
You are in higher studies; prepare for jobs.
Congrats on your job! You should settle in as fast as you can.
You're so fortunate; you've already settled. Why aren't you married?
Wow… what a beautiful couple! Why not, baby?
Bright children, what about their future?
Wait ! Are you still a child? Your children are already married.
When will you grow up?
…………
Why do people still die without growing?
Why do you want to grow?
Why did we forget about living in this process of growing?
Why don’t you let the child breathe, smile,or just play a bit?
Even in 30, 40, or 50 years, why not 60?
 
Can't we grow with aliveness?

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How I Felt Today

Somewhere allotted  clouds might felt pity on tiresome plant in the summer-day for minute with relaxing fragrance

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Escape

Escape
 
I don’t think this rushed market ever knows vacation.
Even vehicles walk through that crowd.
Flowers at a low cost are buy-able at noon, but you should be early to buy fresh flowers.
The busiest crowd differs based on their purpose for being there.
What could be the reason for that wheelchair driver?
He was quite busy pushing himself towards the elope road.
but I don’t think he is visible in that place.
Is he heading somewhere to do something important?
What if not? What if?
"Important" always differs for everyone.
But that helpless wheel still drags him down.
I've been watching him for quite a while now.
but it is very difficult, like that wheel chair, to push myself towards him.
I am not a big fan of attention.
even in this unnoticeable place.
But somehow his attempts drag me in there.
Finally, we both overcame the struggle for that day.
I don’t know about other days.
Does he know that it was me?
As long as I remember, I flee from there after that.
Why….?
Maybe I'm afraid that people will notice me.
Maybe what if my help is not respected by him?
These kinds of questions never go away.
But I never felt this much relief either.
From anything but escape.

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Life

Life…?  unbooked train travel ends in kick-out arrival.
In every station, some get in and some go out.
But everyone wishes their station would never arrive.
It is still mysterious what makes fancy in this rushed, packed, tiresome, and bone-breaking travel.
It must be those small windows.
Still, it is not that easy to enjoy the scenario for someone who is stuck in a breathless crowd.

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From the Cliff

The brightest yellow ball is dilute on the vast blue horizon.

The heavenly peace that the restless breezes create is indescribable.

It might be the last day for overthinking minds, unsettled feelings, and unwelcoming miseries.

This huge wave will eventually erase them forever.



What...? Why does this chameleon mind get shocking, frightful,

suddenly thinks about the good things, unlike any other day.

It is always professional at making things difficult.



But what can I do?

RIP............... to the people on that cliff.