Like a ball
you dabble my words with your feet,
hammering it,
beating it
pushing my thoughts away into oblivion
but like a boomerang you again look for my words,
like the way you loved to have possession
of your soccer ball,
for you cannot survive with it or without it.
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Thanks so much, Pooja
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I loved your poem. Just beautiful.
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Loving thoughts.
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I think that, writing article is easy but, making poem is an art which has to come from inside. We can’t make any poem by reading or doing study etc.
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Thanks, Just real thoughts comes automatically in front of us.
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Very creative!
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Amazing!
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Thanks so much, Yas
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