GURDEV CHAUHAN Poems

Flower-soul

In the backyard
tending the flowerbeds
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Loneliness is an aged mother
sitting at the curve of time,
an ill-timed rain,
a thick winter evening,
...

Where was I?
Now I am here
without any
beginning or end
...

I know that middle aged woman.
I don't know she's married or not.
But I do know that she solves all the tricky
questions of her mind and body
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Look over there!
A flood of words is rushing
jostling each other
to get to my poem about you
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It was about to turn noon
we met
time squeezed itself to sit by us
at our table
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To get rid of your thought
I said to myself,
'Everything is okay.'
There are flowers,
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