My poetry...

It may be a science

may be an art

by all dimensions

its part of my heart.

As the river wells up

it has to go,

hair tied up

have to flow,

blossoms in bud

must  bloom,

whiff of life

out of gloom.

Under the tip

of  pen it sleeps

feelings of wonder

poetry that bleeds...

~Neelam~
 

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