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
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Walk me through
your caveshow me the petroglyphs
the stories
you have laboriously pecked on the walls
with your hammer stone,
carved in the light of a lantern
where shadows cast gloom. -
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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Hi Neetu,
I admire your skill with words. Each one selected and joined to the next for a most powerful effect. Wow!
Thank you, Veronica.