Everyday Poem-27 Poem by Bharati Nayak

Everyday Poem-27

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EVERYDAY POEM-27 Destiny
Sometimes I think
Destiny plays the trick.
By some unknown error
The whole conversation
was erased from my mails
What happened to my computer
I do not know
I am trying to remember
What ensued what
I can faintly recall the fragments
Recall some humorous moments
But I have lost the addresses of many friends
One friend had asked me
If ever I lost track of him
I may search him along the French Broad River
He might have walked up in the jungle
My mind has become a cobweb of thoughts
And it is not easy to find the right solution.

Saturday, May 9, 2026
Topic(s) of this poem: life,random thoughts
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Soran M. H 15 May 2026

I can faintly recall the fragments Recall some humorous moments But I have lost the addresses of many friends One friend had asked me If ever I lost track of him I may search him along the French Broad River He might have walked up in the jungle

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Aarzoo Mehek 14 May 2026

Digital relationships are at the mercy of the aaps. One click and everything is erased. Difficult to keep pace with the time. Beautiful poem

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Rob Lamberton 13 May 2026

An intriguing poem that captures the experience of information lost and the search to recover it.

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An unfortunate occurrence that creates confusion and frustration. This happened to me earlier and it is hard to retrieve those affected data. An spontaneous write.

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Richard Wlodarski 05 June 2026

2) cont'd: Not only did I lose the addresses of friends and other contacts, but I also lost a ton of my poetry, including prospective books. Back-up files were also compromised.

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Richard Wlodarski 05 June 2026

The confusion and frustration of losing such important data is so very well captured in your well-written poem, Bharati. I can totally empathize with you.

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Timber Koleden 03 June 2026

Thank you for sharing this poem with us all!

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Timber Koleden 03 June 2026

What a tragic loss indeed! There is nothing quite like friendship, even if it is only via digital communications! Perhaps someday you will find those addresses again!

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Soran M. H 15 May 2026

And so life will one day become a dream or a mirage, and this is the beauty of poetry: it is composed of all the details of life, giving feelings a measure of importance so that people listen to it wherever they read it, and it will not be thrown into oblivion.

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