by Neelam Dadhwal
At places
to find You
like a written word,
a music rhyme
the disciple of world
under rules
yet is higher when grows.
The fatigue of
treacherous courses
and in span of wholeness,
a single space,
a single object of affection
has shapes and emotions,
I give them worldly names.
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Neelam Dadhwal
Last updated July 31, 2015