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I was not

by Neelam Dadhwal
(Chandigarh, India)

The flowers were blooming
even today
when I was passing by
the thoughts only flew
to one of one florets,
some wet with rain,
some on the verge of lose,
I could not understand,
I only belonged
but then the air became heavy
and chilled me to bones
I went away
I thought like the petal
but its scent was there
like the monsoon shower,
but from where to get the breeze
or the wings of me find
their own spirit.


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Oct 09, 2015
by: Yunus mohamd

this poem turns the eyes Shabnami, so reflective and dreamy.

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