indira babbellapati Poems

Who is your god,
Who is mine?

In the mêlée of confusion
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Is that words chose me
Or I chose them, I can't say
They are always floating
Around my being, alert
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Can you measure
The distance between
The skin and the brain?
Can you identify
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A bullet shot blindly
Into the sky left it
In splinters
Scattered feathers
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Why is that
Happiness and peace
Are invested with
Swift wings,
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When we read
A poem on rain
Our skin should
Absorb the rain drops
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River flows
Only in one direction
And knows its destination
Yet,
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somehow
heart always appears
as foolish one to me
how many follies it
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small corner
tucked away from world inside me
my own haven!
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