by Neelam Dadhwal
My soul dances
at the dawn
the myriad colors of the sky,
the wingspan of birds,
floating boats and
the paddling ducks,
when the light breaks through
a Peepal tree
the manifold ripples
in my body
set in motion,
my ear listening
to the grass song
from where the buds
too are grown,
the distant hills call
my name,
a tadpole of me
beneath the waters
has too a life,
I return back with
a song, my song.
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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 July 29, 2015