by Neelam Dadhwal
Following
a heron's song
I become the dawn
of a sleepy soul
the breeze blows along
my face
I could smell the freshness of buds,
the new nectar
inviting
the bees, the butterflies, the wasps
and the rising sun
takes the sky,
I fasten my steps
and others too
as possible in our world
we the humans,
in the sphere of eternity
they.
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Neelam Dadhwal
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Neelam Dadhwal is a bilingual poet and Shahai artist from Chandigarh, India. After culminating her career as a web developer and administrator, she took writing as a full-time pursuit. She has penned since 2013 three poetry books and one short story book.
Last updated August 15, 2015