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<channel><title><![CDATA[ANKITHA RAJENDRA SUBRAMANYA - Poetry]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.ankithasubramanya.com/poetry]]></link><description><![CDATA[Poetry]]></description><pubDate>Sat, 26 Aug 2023 21:11:57 +0530</pubDate><generator>Weebly</generator><item><title><![CDATA[Ladder.]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.ankithasubramanya.com/poetry/ladder]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.ankithasubramanya.com/poetry/ladder#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Fri, 25 Aug 2023 07:25:28 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.ankithasubramanya.com/poetry/ladder</guid><description><![CDATA[       &#8203;Climbed up a ladder,&nbsp;Now it makes me sadder.Thought the grass would be greener,Now, it isn&rsquo;t closer.Now feet are getting colder,Feels like a boulder.People here are madder,&nbsp;I don&rsquo;t get the grandeur.As they stood, they chatter,&nbsp;About who is fatter.&nbsp;I ask the dispatcher,&nbsp;Lay me down lower.&nbsp;There I shall gather,Myself together.For soil is what matters.And there I shall wither. [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:right"> <a> <img src="https://www.ankithasubramanya.com/uploads/1/4/4/0/144051207/img-1529_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>  <div class="paragraph">&#8203;<font color="#000000">Climbed up a ladder,&nbsp;<br />Now it makes me sadder.<br />Thought the grass would be greener,<br />Now, it isn&rsquo;t closer.<br />Now feet are getting colder,<br />Feels like a boulder.<br /><br />People here are madder,&nbsp;<br />I don&rsquo;t get the grandeur.<br />As they stood, they chatter,&nbsp;<br />About who is fatter.&nbsp;<br />I ask the dispatcher,&nbsp;<br />Lay me down lower.&nbsp;<br /><br />There I shall gather,<br />Myself together.<br />For soil is what matters.<br />And there I shall wither.</font></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Moon;otonous]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.ankithasubramanya.com/poetry/january-07th-2023]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.ankithasubramanya.com/poetry/january-07th-2023#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sat, 07 Jan 2023 07:34:21 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.ankithasubramanya.com/poetry/january-07th-2023</guid><description><![CDATA[ 	 		 			 				 					 						  Reluctantly opening our hearts into the million ways it will shatter and grow into.Sometimes it feels like walking in goo.If I were to share with my mother, she&rsquo;d say,&ldquo;I told you.&rdquo;&nbsp;What am I to know about the world&rsquo;s gloom?&#8203;For when nights get lonely, my company has been the moon.&ldquo;It&rsquo;ll be a dark night soon. What will you do then, my child?&rdquo;I shall thrive in your shadow and thank the sun.For the day left nothing un [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div class="wsite-multicol"><div class="wsite-multicol-table-wrap" style="margin:0 -15px;"> 	<table class="wsite-multicol-table"> 		<tbody class="wsite-multicol-tbody"> 			<tr class="wsite-multicol-tr"> 				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:48.481012658228%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div class="paragraph"><span><font color="#2a2a2a">Reluctantly opening our hearts into the million ways it will shatter and grow into.</font></span><br /><font color="#2a2a2a"><span>Sometimes it feels like walking in goo.</span><br /><em><span>If I were to share with my mother, she&rsquo;d say,<br />&ldquo;I told you.&rdquo;&nbsp;</span></em><br /><em><span>What am I to know about the world&rsquo;s gloom?</span></em><br />&#8203;<em><span>For when nights get lonely, my company has been the moon.</span></em><br /><em><span>&ldquo;It&rsquo;ll be a dark night soon. What will you do then, my child?&rdquo;</span></em><br /><em><span>I shall thrive in your shadow and thank the sun.</span></em><br /><em><span>For the day left nothing undone.</span></em><br /><em><span>And you are not gone.<br />&#8203; I am never alone.</span></em></font></div>   					 				</td>				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:51.518987341772%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-medium " style="padding-top:5px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:10px;text-align:left"> <a> <img src="https://www.ankithasubramanya.com/uploads/1/4/4/0/144051207/img5_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>   					 				</td>			</tr> 		</tbody> 	</table> </div></div></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Mother Tree.]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.ankithasubramanya.com/poetry/mother-tree]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.ankithasubramanya.com/poetry/mother-tree#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sun, 04 Dec 2022 12:43:46 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.ankithasubramanya.com/poetry/mother-tree</guid><description><![CDATA[ 	 		 			 				 					 						  &#8203;&#8203;Oh, old tree,Your branches hold me a sense of home, where I can be free.For it lets me be,Oh, so far! I see,My heart feels like the seaTides collide against the shoreThey strengthen my core.&nbsp;Would you believe me if I said, "I heard an ant roar"?Oh! A tree I wore,On the tips of my shore,Oh, the sea!Let me see within me.For abundance defines thee.For love, the old tree swore.Shall live forever more.   					 								 					 						          					 						 [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div class="wsite-multicol"><div class="wsite-multicol-table-wrap" style="margin:0 -15px;"> 	<table class="wsite-multicol-table"> 		<tbody class="wsite-multicol-tbody"> 			<tr class="wsite-multicol-tr"> 				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:50%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div class="paragraph" style="text-align:center;"><font color="#352828">&#8203;&#8203;Oh, old tree,<br />Your branches hold me a sense of home, where I can be free.<br />For it lets me be,<br />Oh, so far! I see,<br />My heart feels like the sea<br />Tides collide against the shore<br />They strengthen my core.<br />&nbsp;<br />Would you believe me if I said, "I heard an ant roar"?<br />Oh! A tree I wore,<br />On the tips of my shore,<br />Oh, the sea!<br />Let me see within me.<br />For abundance defines thee.<br />For love, the old tree swore.<br />Shall live forever more</font>.</div>   					 				</td>				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:50%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:0px;padding-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:0px;text-align:right"> <a> <img src="https://www.ankithasubramanya.com/uploads/1/4/4/0/144051207/published/mvimg-20190426-115537.jpg?1670259646" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>   					 				</td>			</tr> 		</tbody> 	</table> </div></div></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[warmth]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.ankithasubramanya.com/poetry/warmth]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.ankithasubramanya.com/poetry/warmth#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sat, 03 Dec 2022 09:37:18 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.ankithasubramanya.com/poetry/warmth</guid><description><![CDATA[ 	 		 			 				 					 						  &#8203;When your head is in a fog and the nights are long,The playlist goes on, but you can&rsquo;t find the right song.The emptiness seems to stay long.Let me hold your head, for it trembles like a little boat on a vast ocean caught in a storm.Maybe I could keep it a little warm.   					 								 					 						          					 							 		 	  [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div class="wsite-multicol"><div class="wsite-multicol-table-wrap" style="margin:0 -15px;"> 	<table class="wsite-multicol-table"> 		<tbody class="wsite-multicol-tbody"> 			<tr class="wsite-multicol-tr"> 				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:50%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div class="paragraph">&#8203;<font color="#352828">When your head is in a fog and the nights are long,<br />The playlist goes on, but you can&rsquo;t find the right song.<br />The emptiness seems to stay long.<br /><br />Let me hold your head, for it trembles like a little boat on a vast ocean caught in a storm.<br />Maybe I could keep it a little warm.</font></div>   					 				</td>				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:50%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:0px;padding-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:0px;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.ankithasubramanya.com/uploads/1/4/4/0/144051207/mvimg-20200801-192624-min_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>   					 				</td>			</tr> 		</tbody> 	</table> </div></div></div>]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>