A Mother Learns
4 Haiku
- gossamer touch,
mother strokes her newborn–
feathered beginnings
- young buds awaken
sleepy petals shake off dew
silver mist of dawn
- roots grow deep
where we plant seeds of love
becoming evergreens
- each arm a strong branch
holds up against mighty storms–
a mother’s instinct
© Neetu Malik
Some of Neetu’s Books
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I am but dust
a grain of sand
blowing whichever way
the wind blows
in the universe -
You were the guest at my table picking on the corners of the table cloth, fingers nervously folding and unfolding mutilated pride.
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Neetu Malik’s poetry is an expression of life’s rhythms and the beat of the human spirit. She draws upon diverse multicultural experiences and observations across three continents in which she has lived.
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I tread softly in your world mindful of my footsteps
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Neetu Malik’s poetry is an expression of life’s rhythms and the beat of the human spirit. She draws upon diverse multicultural experiences and observations across three continents in which she has lived.
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