Unanswered

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Who decided days are high-yielding 
and nights are meant to be unintelligent?
Who termed yellow, red, green glistening
while grey, black and white insensate?

Why call Saturdays and Sundays weekends
and blame Mondays and Tuesdays for gloomy recoil?
Why celebrate birthdays and anniversaries 
but hide our age and profess to be juvenile?

How do animals understand human conduct
while some civilized don't, of their own feather?
How does Spotify know what to play next
meantime I strife to progress my career?

When did I indeed shut my eyes
rolling and trying to sleep last night?
When did my silence become a response
to your self-opinionated inquest?

What made chemistry full of anomalies
become a fact to our biological continuation?
What does your brain verily do
with all the thoughts that are forgotten?

                                                Navya Reddy Bokka

Comments

  1. Unknown1 May 2021 at 08:54

    Beautiful 👌

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  2. Unknown1 May 2021 at 09:29

    "How does hotstar know what to play next meantime I strife to progress my career? " Aah you got me there! Nice work✌😁

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  3. Peter20 January 2023 at 14:09

    thoughts that are forgotten?
    Maybe it deprecates the service and update all the API references to the new service?

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