{"id":128376,"date":"2023-09-02T10:49:20","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T14:49:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=128376"},"modified":"2023-09-02T10:49:20","modified_gmt":"2023-09-02T14:49:20","slug":"retracing-the-life-pages","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/retracing-the-life-pages\/","title":{"rendered":"RETRACING THE LIFE PAGES"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Turning pages in life’s tome,
\nI rewind, ten pages back, of the past
\nInexperience, insults, the thriller unfurled,<\/p>\n

a few follow like shadows, ever near,
\nsome hang-out me, whispers in my ear.
\nDay after today, they are saying, brighter than the past,
\non this journey, my existence might be forged.<\/p>\n

Irrespective of to harass, deceit may not thrive,
\nreviews train, training to derive.
\nOn the day past’s thorny, winding direction,
\nNow it’s far adorned, a scenic element.<\/p>\n

Worry of the unknown, a bridge, a guide,
\nlifestyle’s shadow, inside, can not disguise.
\nIs existence’s motive met? Or pending probs
\nI ponder, a solution, from past to present
\nBut, there’s no scientific lifeline formulae.<\/p>\n

Distances grow, love’s dwindling art work,
\nin recent hours, human life assembled with gadgets
\nEvery life connected with apps business
\nEveryone selling their life for happy moments.<\/p>\n

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    Turning pages in life’s tome, I rewind, ten pages back, of the past Inexperience, insults, the thriller unfurled, a few follow like shadows, ever near, some hang-out me, whispers in my ear. Day after today, they are saying, brighter than the past, on…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5094,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,1136],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-128376","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/128376","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/5094"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=128376"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/128376\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":128474,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/128376\/revisions\/128474"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=128376"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=128376"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=128376"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}