{"id":131364,"date":"2023-09-02T13:59:25","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T17:59:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=131364"},"modified":"2023-09-03T06:43:57","modified_gmt":"2023-09-03T10:43:57","slug":"131364","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/131364\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 3: My Project"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>1. I am like a lotus leaf, Water can fall on me but cannot touch me like<br \/>\nAdversities can attack me but can never break my spirit<\/p>\n<p>2. Our earth is not flat<br \/>\nBut heck! It is hollow and nothing<br \/>\nAnd no one can deter me from changing<br \/>\nMy mind on this; it is hollow that hides terrible secrets like secret of life, cavemen and all those things<br \/>\nThat have disappeared from our world&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>4. She lost her eyes in a freak accident years ago<br \/>\nHer family was inconsolable<br \/>\nBut they need not have worried<br \/>\nFor she saw the world with her ears<br \/>\nShe heard and sifted the different sounds of the world<br \/>\nAnd her ears made her see who was who<br \/>\nAnd which was which&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>5. Srivalli Ramana Raghavenda Chegu<br \/>\nLived in the temple town of Kanchipuram<br \/>\nHe woke up with the sun<br \/>\nAnd waited patiently out the famous Iyer&#8217;s idly shop<br \/>\nFor how would the day bode well<br \/>\nUntil you sat on the wooden benches<br \/>\nAnd drowned your Kanchipuram idlies in sambar<br \/>\nAnd gulped it down your gullet!<\/p>\n<p>7. She was blind and helpless and adamant and gauche<br \/>\nThough her teacher taught her to use her other senses<br \/>\nShe was adamant; she would use only the eyes that had no light, no hope&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>1. I am like a lotus leaf, Water can fall on me but cannot touch me like Adversities can attack me but can never break my spirit 2. Our earth is not flat But heck! It is hollow and nothing And no one can deter&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4553,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-131364","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/131364","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\/4553"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=131364"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/131364\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":142492,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/131364\/revisions\/142492"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=131364"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=131364"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=131364"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}