Passing by
September 26, 2020 by Neetu Malik in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik
Passing by
dusk casts its veil gently
as I walk along
this quiet street
under winged elms shedding
flaky white blossoms
at my feet
the hour is my own
no one here to nettle my peace
other walkers, far and few,
wave or smile occasionally
people come and people leave
I have learned to let them be
for on these intersecting trails
we’re passersby, you and I
© Neetu Malik
Don’t Tell Them
August 26, 2020 by Neetu Malik in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik
Don’t Tell Them
It was in April they met
when rain washed away
their loneliness
hand in hand they walk
in meadows sprouting
soft blades of grass,
young and lush
their love, tender as buds germinating
from dormant seed, throbbing
with promises they swear to keep
unaware yet of summer’s heat
or autumn’s last blaze,
no icicles to freeze
the flow in their veins
so it should be, better not tell them
what awaits.
© Neetu Malik
Fences by Neetu
July 26, 2020 by Neetu Malik in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as fences, Neetu Malik, poetry
Fences
now
as then
we draw lines
build and rebuild
fences
with new wire
cut of the same steel
forged in
new factories
still owned and run
by warped minds
© Neetu Malik
Sunflowers by Neetu
May 26, 2020 by Neetu Malik in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as Spring, Sunflowers
Sunflowers I will plant sunflowers in the hollows we have dug with a rusty spade it is time to pull old roots rotten with dead habit in this neglected garden long-choked by winter’s breath it is time to till the soil let it soak in fresh April rain steam in this year’s sun and exhale pungent fumes until its pores are free to seed new grass and soft beds for my flowers. © Neetu Malik4 0 Read more
Authenticity by Neetu
April 26, 2020 by Neetu Malik in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as connections, new friends, smiles
I see him outlined against the window in a busy café— his wool hat on the table beside a muffin and a cup of tea— a portrait from a bygone era and a study in longevity. He barely moves except to sip his tea. I walk up to say hello— he looks up and smiles, his teeth a shining white— they might be false but who cares? I catch the morning sun’s rays in his eyes; they cannot lie nor fake their light. We talk— it is so easy to converse, to steep in his cup, a rich brew he stirs slowly and thoughtfully— I wait in no hurry to leave. © Neetu Malik
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