'escape' 'change' 'flower' 'spring' 'strength' 'power' 'people' 'human' 'me'
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A simple beauty,
A symbol of strength ,
Its pride runs over ,
At a very fast pace.
It's as wild as a wolf,
It's as gentle as a breeze,
A blazing glory there is,
That can hardly be touched .
I AM NOT A POET!!!
I am not a poet
I stitch that in capital letters to the back of my brain as I write my poems,
I am not the victim
This very yearEid did not arriveand Muharram never ceasedDiwali is here in all its gloryand the darkness yet dwells.
New places, new faces.
Everywhere and everything is new.
Nothing old or left behind, nothing blue.
It’s a pretty scary place here.
With nothing left to waste here, oh it’s true,
I am from where you pray over every meal you eat - whether in your bedroom or the dining room table.
he went crossing oceans
and climbing mountains
but turned around to see
she was skipping puddles
and picking flowers
as blind as she could be
She must not be dupilcated
her flowers must not be considered weeds
full grown and mature
of elegance and class
do not limit her to just a garden
her strength will progress
through human suffering
So much is different,Happiness is such an expensive rent,
You expect me to be calm,To apply over these wounds a healing balm?
Walking in my neighborhood
eveyone politely respondes when I say bye
as soon as I cross the street ends the brotherhood
I know I look different, but is it just me?
My soul is breaking I do not understand
I would love
To forget my thoughts
Shed my mind
Leave my problems far behind
And be a flower
No one would hurt you
No one would scare
No one would bother
No one dare
