{"id":18566,"date":"2016-08-13T10:35:15","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T14:35:15","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=18566"},"modified":"2016-08-13T10:52:15","modified_gmt":"2016-08-13T14:52:15","slug":"poem-2-6","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/poem-2-6\/","title":{"rendered":"Poem 2"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote><p>Wake up<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Office to home,<br \/>\nhome to office,<br \/>\nthat all we are left for..<br \/>\nWe sleep, not to dream,<br \/>\nbut to wake up next morning.<br \/>\nWe eat, not to feel the real taste,<br \/>\nbut to fill our empty stomach.<br \/>\nWe do makeup, although never felt the beauty of our natural body,<br \/>\nbut to look good artificially.<br \/>\nWe think, not for the betterment of ourselves,<br \/>\nbut only for profit.<\/p>\n<p>What are we doing?<br \/>\nAre we a well wisher for us?<br \/>\nor a robot whose commands are set to some restricted things.<br \/>\nThats not living,<br \/>\nneither loving..<br \/>\nIts just surviving,<br \/>\ncompleting the tasks, we are meant for.<br \/>\nIt seems suffocating..<\/p>\n<p>Wake up..<br \/>\nI am trying to wake myself from all these,<br \/>\nAs its hard to breathe.<br \/>\nlove your sleep, no matter if its just of hours three.<br \/>\nlove your dreams, no matter if it is just cakes cream.<br \/>\nlove your taste, no matter what you ate.<br \/>\nlove your skin, no matter if you are thin.<br \/>\nlove to grow(internal beauty\/soul), no matter if it is&#8217;t show(position\/wealth).<\/p>\n<p>All matters is just you,<br \/>\nas nobody put their foot in your shoe.<br \/>\nIts you, who would blame\/appreciate,<br \/>\nneither its late nor early too.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Wake up &nbsp; Office to home, home to office, that all we are left for.. We sleep, not to dream, but to wake up next morning. We eat, not to feel the real taste, but to fill our empty stomach. We do makeup, although never&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":895,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,8,7,1136,441,5,1],"tags":[1199],"class_list":["post-18566","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-introductions","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts","category-poetry-prompt-responses","category-poetry-prompts","category-uncategorized","tag-poetryloverfromindia"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18566","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\/895"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=18566"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18566\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":18775,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18566\/revisions\/18775"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=18566"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=18566"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=18566"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}