Neelam Dadhwal Poems

The path is laid and sometimes with turn
I moved too with intent of a bloom
I shuffled the earth below my feet
because I could hear the murmur of breeze
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I must have decided
to write a poem
to share how life feels right now
then intrigued by nature
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My first poem was not written
only felt like golden words from wise people
changed history inscribed on first page of magazine
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this morning
was it mist or hill path
I am secluded
with dream
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stooping little,
a little longer
in garden with a squirrel
my childhood stories were half true
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the dark clouds
above my home
differs
in the shape of things
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rippling water
as if the breeze
in the full mast
there is life which
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