The change

This face of yours
I’m not accustomed to.
I lean and stare
To learn the new things,
The throbbing veins,
Red cheeks, firing eyes.

I breathe in heat and salt
Instead of old warmth
And cologne.

Then I felt
The sea changes its face
So do the wind and sky
So why can’t you be
Another sea, sky, breeze
Or fire?

It’s me, the unchanging shade
Who stands still at the path
Where the beginning was.

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About Fathima Manal

Dreams,fantasies,words and rhythm-other than skin,bones and muscles I am made up of these.With every drop of blood that my heart pumps,a new dream forms in me.With every breathe,i take the surroundings too inside me.And my poems are just the minute regurgitants of what i accumulate within. I am a doctor from Kerala,India,who should not be supposed to but is in deeply love with words and books more than medical books.Hope you enjoy my poems......

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