I awoke
to a sprouting of spring—
will you pin it in my hair?I wonder
as the starry white blossoms
flutter in the cool morning breezeI know
that they will blush
to the touch of warm sunny days
still to comeThey are
a promise of tomorrow
as it rises from winter’s long sleep.
© Neetu Malik
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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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Good morning, Neetu, How beautiful! Today when I brush back my hair I will sing, “I awoke to a sprouting of spring” and I will pin it in my hair. Thank for you such lovely words.
Thank you, Veronica. I’m glad the poem made you happy and will make you sing!
Thank you to the bloggers who have liked the poem and to those of you who have shared it with others. Spring is a joyful time, and though it is not quite here yet, there is hope of color to come.