Verses flow,

Like fragrant wreaths,

Each a tiny reflection ,

Of the poet’s mind,

Voices of a broken heart or,

Rambling’s of a cheerful mind,

A frozen tear on time’s cheek,

An eternal wait near a creek,

Mellifluous music of love birds,

Throbbing  laughter of the accursed,

Blush of dawn through grey skies,

Parting ray of receding sunlight,

Valley of flowers near a bay,

Dry desert where hot winds sway,

A vase holding flamboyant  blooms,

Of cheer, love,  hate or gloom,

Transcending ages and nations,

Similar to human emotions.


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Written by Sarita Khullar

Sarita Khullar is a retired associate professor in English from Hans Raj Mahila Mahavidyalaya, Jalandhar. She loves poetry and fiction. She also likes birds, flowers, animals, and humans.


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