I asked a dove

What is love?

Birdie smiled and asked

Whose love?

Ok—- let it be my love

I replied with a surprise

Down bowed the little head

Face spitting gloom

Tears rolling down

I am here

Bound and inside

A small stinky cage

This is your love

He said in a breaking voice

Then what is love

I enquired, my eyes

Starting to open wide

You see me fly in the sky

Vast sky and fresh air

Shiny stars and glowing moons

This is how

My God loves me

Then why does he let me cage you

I asked, sadness in my eyes

He never lets you do it

You do it against—–

Before the bird could finish

Something inside me

Opened the door of my heart

And the bird flew away

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About neetuwali

Hi! I am Neetu. Who am I? This question is very difficult to answer. Well! If you insist, let me reveal. I am a human and like every other human I eat, sleep, drink, dance, sing, laugh, smile, cry and so on. Hang on! There is a difference. Unlike most of the human beings, I breathe and when I breathe, I relax. When I am relaxed, I draw. I draw sketches of me in words. I have been orbiting around sun for forty years now. I started this journey on the Valentine day of 1974. I have seen people craving for heaven and I was born in the only heaven on earth (Kashmir). My Grandfather was a spiritual personality and a renowned poet of his time. Though he left me around 35 years ago, I couldn’t let him go. I carry him in my eyes and mind and will do that till the end of my life. I hate words, yet I am full of words. I know words cannot express, yet I express me through words, because they are the only medium I am familiar with. That is why I try to express me as much as possible with as minimum words as possible. When I did Masters in business administration, I never knew, writing will be the only business in my life. More than hobby writing is a necessity for me, because it helps me get the load of thoughts off my head. I don’t remember when it that I wrote my first poem was. But I surely know the time of my last poem. Surely,not before my last breath.

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