Hello. Good morning everyone. Hope you all are doing well these days. So today I'm going to recite a poem named The Reflection. So let's start reflection. What about the crowds around us? What about the teardrops dripped from the helpless lady? What about the dry lips falling from the tree in the dark nights of autumn? What about the snowdrops in an winter morning? Some questions still stay in an envelope with no answers. And we also belong to the world of playing a mute spectator
Charvi Dhiran
@charvi24 · 1:32
I really like how you brought out the irony of poems and how eccentric it is and how sorrowful it is that we forget how beautiful we are as a human race. And I really like how you ended the poem with the node that we must come back, we must rise and we must support ourselves. Finding beauty in nature, finding beauty in things that barely matter to us emotionally is of no use. At one point, it's all going to fade away