{"id":34795,"date":"2017-08-05T14:25:56","date_gmt":"2017-08-05T18:25:56","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=34795"},"modified":"2017-08-05T14:25:56","modified_gmt":"2017-08-05T18:25:56","slug":"those-days-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/those-days-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Those days&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Busy roads usually don\u2019t excite many<br \/>\nBut for me,the busy traffic had stories to tell,<br \/>\nThose empty rooms had lessons to preach<br \/>\nThe scrotching sands had ailments to heal<\/p>\n<p>Then I was a small ignorant kid<br \/>\nMy world was my room<br \/>\nMy best crowd was my classroom<br \/>\nMy best teacher was my loneliness<br \/>\nBut all of these had points to point<br \/>\nTo find happiness in loneliness<br \/>\nChillness in burning heat<br \/>\nTo ignore the unwanted<br \/>\nAnd care for the wanted<br \/>\nBundle of lessons<br \/>\nFor a lifetime\u2026<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Busy roads usually don\u2019t excite many But for me,the busy traffic had stories to tell, Those empty rooms had lessons to preach The scrotching sands had ailments to heal Then I was a small ignorant kid My world was my room My best crowd was&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1128,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-34795","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34795","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\/1128"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=34795"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34795\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":34854,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34795\/revisions\/34854"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=34795"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=34795"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=34795"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}