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  20h Shambhavi
Charmour
always the child
who never got appreciated
just an unwanted child
trying her hardest
to be the perfect one—
just once.
trying her hardest
to be appreciated,
dying to hear:
“you did a great job,”
“the dish you cooked was very nice,”
“i’m proud of you,”
“you scored 98% in maths,”
“i’m proud of my daughter.”
she just wanted
to be loved.
to be seen.
to be appreciated.
You sing life alone.
Sometimes solos are needed,
to round out the choir.
When I’m surrounded by darkness,
And the feeling of finding a single ray of light is my religion

When I’m lonely in my thoughts,
And a feeling of unseen energy lifts me is my religion.

When my eyes brim with tears,
And the feeling of crying in a safe lap is my religion.

And,
When I'm all alone the feeling of a divine presence protecting me is my religion.

SO WHAT'S YOUR RELIGION??
What do you all think your religion is don't you all feel god is protecting you everytime? Don't you all feel instead of having someone who's gonna leave you after sometime just become of god he's gonna be for us everytime everywhere even after death.. I don't know I just feel this way that i never wanna get married or date someone instead become a sanyasi it is similar to becoming a nun in Christianity in Hinduism it's Sanyasi.
My queen! Inhale each grain of sand and reign!
Take all you touch: castles, footprints, poems
sung with muted cries of rasping pain.
Your servants await, bikini women and ******* men.

I stand knee-deep, each night you rise and fall,
stealing bits of me until all that remains
is an ivory statue studded with barnacle kisses.
A trip to the beach
Three blind men touched an elephant one day,
Each judged the animal in their own way.
One felt the leg and boldly cried,
“A rough, strong tree trunk, broad and wide!”

Another touched the tusk and cried,
“So smooth and sharp from every side!”
The third held the tail and gave a sigh,
“It’s thin and hairy, like rope swinging by.”

All three were right, yet all were blind,
None saw the whole with an open mind.
They argued loud, in anger and might...
Each defending only their slice of sight.

Isn’t it just like the world today?
Where people fight over what they pray?
Different names, but lessons the same,
Still we battle, Come on it's 2025!!
What a shame!!
I saw this story on a YouTube channel and I thought  of creating a poem on it however I know this story before, my grandma told this in my childhood when I saw this on YouTube I was like hey it's my childhood story and I thought of creating a poem on this I don't remember the channel name if any one knows plz tell me its actually been a month since I saw that video. Well we all know there's a single form of energy who made us all , who all we love there might be different forms beliefs different methods to pray but I know faith and love are same💖
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