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Why do some people realize the true worth of  a person only after he is gone? 

Why do they put on a facade of being a well wisher and pretend to mourn?

The death of a person, but ignored him while he was alive. 

Is it possible for humanity to survive? 

Why do some people give preferential treatment to others? 

NRIs ( Non Resident Indians) get more respect than their Indian brothers. 

Why does living abroad make any difference to our own fellow citizens? 

Let me tell you that the brand 'foreign' is also made of humans. 

Living abroad doesn't make our NRI relatives 

Not respecting our fellow citizens is really very odd. 

Why do some people judge a person by his wealth and social status? 

Why do some people think they are perfect and genius? 

Human behavior is really weird. 

Sometimes rationale, sometimes absurd. 

Why do some people are desperate to prove they are right? 

They go to any extent and put up a fight. 

Sometimes it's wiser to be silent than argue with fools. 

They are overgrown children who graduated a long ago from their schools. 

Are the smiles genuine or just for Instagram? 

What about the pictures of kindness, are they for real or just a sham? 

Why do some people wear a double face mask ? 

Hiding your true identity is an arduous task. 

Now, the big question arises, whom should we trust? 

Understanding the intentions of people is a must. 

Looks can be deceptive and we shouldn't let good looks charm us into deception. 

Have a magnanimous heart, positive thinking and alter our pre-conceived perception. 

Thank you so much for taking your precious time to visit my website. Hope you enjoyed reading my blogs. 😊😊


20 thoughts on “POETIC THURSDAYS (38)

  1. Thank you so much, Rupali ji. Mere ghar me maine dekha ki mere papa ki koi value nahi thi kyunki woh India me hi rehte the jabki bade papa aur bua ko saare rishtedaar gherte rehte the. Hum Indians khud hi apne fellow Indians ko neecha dikhayenge to abroad me kya hoga? Bahut dukh hota hai. 😒

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  2. Beautifully done and what great questions you raise in your poem Aparna. We look at people and wonder what is really ticking inside of them and why do they behave in such a horrifying way as they do. Your poem is very thought-provoking and is a part of our reality that makes us question humanity. Thanks so much for sharing my precious friend. Enjoy the rest of your evening. πŸ₯°πŸ’–πŸ˜˜πŸŒΊπŸ˜πŸ’‹πŸŒž

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  3. Thank you so much, dear Luisa. 😊😊β™₯️β™₯️β™₯️. Appreciate your sweet words. They mean so much to me.

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  4. Thank you so much, my dear sister girlfriend. Kym, you always make me smile with your sweet words of encouragement and appreciation❀❀❀😊😊😊.

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  5. Sister girlfriend, you know it is always my pleasure! Keep your head up. Stay encouraged and be empowered. πŸ˜πŸ¦‹πŸ˜‰πŸŒŸπŸ€©πŸ™πŸΌπŸŒžπŸ’‹πŸŒΊ That’s how we roll. πŸ₯³

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  6. Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wonderful! Dear Aparna is an amazing poem.
    We have to learn to respect all. So powered words of you. Bravo!! Thank’s for share!
    Have a lovely day full of blessings, relaxing time and hapiness!

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  7. Thank you so much, my dear sweet Elvira.Very happy with your sweet words. πŸ«πŸ«πŸ«πŸ«πŸ«πŸ©πŸ©πŸ©πŸ©πŸ©πŸ©β˜•β˜•β˜•β˜•β˜•β˜•πŸ°πŸ°πŸ°πŸ°πŸ¦πŸ¦πŸ¦πŸ‘ŒπŸ‘ŒπŸ‘Œβ™₯️β™₯️β™₯️😊😊πŸ₯°πŸ₯°πŸ₯°πŸ˜˜πŸ˜˜


  8. You are welcome, dear Kym.
    Aww! I am so glad you dear friend.
    Have a lovely day! πŸ™πŸ₯°πŸ’–πŸ˜˜πŸ’–πŸ₯°πŸ’–πŸŒΈπŸ§πŸ«–β˜•πŸ§πŸ«–β˜•πŸ«πŸ°πŸ«πŸ°πŸ«πŸ°πŸ«πŸ§πŸ«–β˜•

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  9. Thank you so much, dear, πŸ₯°πŸ₯°πŸ₯°πŸ˜ŠπŸ˜Š. I appreciate your kind words. I will definitely check your blogs. β™₯️β™₯️β™₯️

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