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 Malik
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I am but dust
a grain of sand
blowing whichever way
the wind blows
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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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Lovely!
Thank you, Veronica. 🙂
Congratulations, Neetu.
Much in my life has changed since our collaborative efforts, but, it is good to see you continuing your excellent, dare I say, “spiritual” artistry.
Thank you, Mac, for your gracious comment. You know how my poems come to me. I hope to hear more about the change you have mentioned, and I hope life is being kind to you.