When in school I had to study
Science was not so fun
Me along with my buddy
Couldn’t wait till school was done
Years later, not for passing
I picked the books again
Slowly surely I kept amassing
Knowledge in my brain
The world around me was broken
Down in marvellous parts
The words that popped out unspoken
Settled straight inside my heart
I fell in love with Mother Nature
And how she ruled her space
She offers a peek into the future
And shows everyone their place
Sometimes I like to stop and ponder
How different life would have been
If I had gone on chasing wonders
Instead of building mannequins

A very thoughtful insight into the mind of a mannequin maker.
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Frank who is Mother Nature? I only know that God created the earth and everything on it and he has also sustained it for many thousands of years.
Also tell me what you mean by building mannequins?
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Beautiful, I love this… To me it speaks of the devastating effect of growing up in the heavily structured, socialised, and divorced from nature world we do (in the West in particular)… We create replicas of nature all the time and to what end? Who does that actually serve?
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Delightful poetry! But… didn’t you have to “chase wonders…” in order to “build mannequins”?
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Wonderful flow, Sir!
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Me encanta como lo expresas y lo que expresas. Algo de eso tengo o fui yo también. ✍️👍
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You took me back to high school science and wonderment.
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We human being do mannequin for our good destroying our mother nature 🍄🟫 we didn’t understand what science wanted to tell us. Beautiful poem 💝
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Hey Frank! Your pieces are amazing! How did you build such an engagement? Tips please?
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It’s been a long journey and it feels amazing to be on this platform for so long. WordPress is a great, friendly community. Here are a few key things that I do:
Post regularly and enjoy the process of writing.
Read posts by other bloggers and engage with them.
Not be bothered about the number of likes but rather focus on writing content which I want to. The work often finds its own niche supporters.
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Really wise words! Thanks Frank! “The work often finds its own niche supporters”👏🏽👏🏽
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You stopped replying??
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You are from which country ??
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India!
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Why you chose that name Frank Solanki
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It is my actual name 😂
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From which state
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Maharashtra, Mumbai
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Are you also from India?
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Tell if is possible how you got 25 k followers, how long to you wait??
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I started in 2015… it’s been a long journey 😁
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Wow great 👏
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Thank you!
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👌
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😇🙏
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Interesting poem. Good luck with the next poem.
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Thanks a lot!
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Love mannequin building as a metaphor, especially as you present it in opposition to science/nature/living. Says a heap-load about modern society. (Oh wait, the prompt was “Say something”? 😉 I think you might have succeeded.)
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I’m sorry but what prompt are you talking about 🤔
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Are you referring to an earlier comment?
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Oops, yes! Someone else said there was a prompt “Say something.” I took it literally, LOL!
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Chasing wonders instead of building mannequin-very well expressed.( write a poem on “Say Something”☺️
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A very vague prompt
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A mannaquin – builder Woe
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👍😇
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