My poetry is naive …
she is sometimes brave
sometimes nascent
and mostly an enclave ,
of emotions deep
of piercing pain
which I get in heaps
of high octane ,
the bruises of past
and brunt of the cuts ,
unpleasant things
under the carpet tucked ,
unearthed by storm
threadbare and torn ,
loads of it
mourning on my paper ,
life is waning
no worries Oh Gautier ,
moments and days and weeks
drift by
I do not question
my mast is high ,
though frozen in pain
the flowers bloom
pink lotus in the lake
tells me it’s not doom ,
am I a self healing polymer ?
whom do I believe my dear ….
the lotus , or the sting
of the bee flitting around ,
or the words of my poem
which are bursting profound ,
comfort or discomfort
love or hate
if I don’t flow in poetry
it sure is a checkmate …..
© Dr Swati A Gadgil , All Rights Reserved .

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About Dr Swati A Gadgil

Anaesthesiologist , practising since last 30 yrs in Mumbai and medico legal advisor. Counsellor for Children at Puberty , Parenting , Stress Management , Motivation and Peace MBBS DA LLM Postgraduate in Human Rights Postgraduate in Hospital management Founder President of NGO, Dombivli Women's Welfare Society and it's youth wing NayaSavera Published three books of poetry Columnist and writes on various topics like Stress Management Appointed by Times of India as Consultant for their NIE Newspaper In Education Program Recognised by Medical associations and Rotary Speaker and panelists on Tele media, print media and National and International conferences Taekwondo Red Belt

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