
Whispers which I did hear partial,
But sometimes, hushes in the ear, advices pouring in,
Tied in gentle slews of verses, too experienced, too earful.
That at times it becomes an effort to distinguish the true.
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And the effort so strenuous that I give up listening, fearful.
Some advices look well off and hence I rework endlessly for the output.
I try try and make a checklist to look upto,
In my mind, again too fearful to conflict to.
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Years from this all, and you would feel me some relieved.
I finally achieved the goal I had made a mind to ‘achieve’,
And still dismayed because there seems some glitch years from now,
Some advice became vices, a haunting part of me now.
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I see the people now moving on to give advices to little hoods,
If only I had cared for myself while heeding in my youthful.
Fulfilment is just more than we can be advised of.
And hence I think again will advices become haunting vices some time from now?
If only we can ask the question now…
WRITTEN BY:KUNJAL.G
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will advices become haunting vices some time from now?
(Probably yes but hopefully not.)
If only we can ask the question now…
😂well that will take out all the fun of growing up!!🤗
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Maybe true. I was referring to the time when actually lots and lots of advices start pouring in. More specifically our decision time.
You can think about how much overthinking was in play while writing this poem😁
Till then Riya, we must have fun!😃
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😬yeah..everyone seems to know whats best for us😅 and i can see it took a lot of overthinking..and it is great!!😎
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Beautiful Narrative.
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thanks sir!
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