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Unheard movements tuned,
Being kept silent deep within,
Reaching out through chatter,
Which walks and talks boldly,
With golden words and works,
Woven with musical strings,
They start to clatter and ring,
Without the deep battering,
Turned above and over again,
Till the end being reached,
With a real purposeful gain.
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It starts insignificantly,
At the end stops massively,
Starts with the tiny root,
Builds itself with muscularity,
An invisible dot not found,
Bold and legible scripts around,
A tiny and thin thread,
Woven into a heavy warm bed,
The plank placed at the corner,
Becomes the seat of majestic honour,
A soft and gentle child,
Now a fine wine with sharpness,
Time starts at nowhere,
At the end makes everything stop,
Begins at the very lowest,
In the end placed at the highest.
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The short lengths and additions,
Longer strands with divisions,
Being tied and untied all over,
With no perfect strand woven,
Breaking amidst some tension,
Imperfection kept unmentioned,
But the day it reaches for usage,
Worth not even a single penny,
Damage not taken with money,
A dozens of them come each day,
One day it gets sharply noticed,
Then as a crawling child walks,
The strands are pushed to past,
Past errors have passed away,
Now there is a longer passage,
Reducing the older wastage,
Turning them for lengthy usage,
Now the mind is on its place,
No tension remains to break,
It goes on forever, till it is done,
Perfectly woven and mended,
Once the mind obeys to surrender.
Unsilenced Resilience - T ABRAHAM (SOURCE: AI GENERATED IMAGE) Unheard movements tuned, Being kept silent d...
