M. Asim Nehal Poems

an evening lamp post
standing like a wounded heart
leaving behind trails
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My dreams sparkle in the moonlight,
ready to tumble on the sand beach
on the endlessly bending sky
where waves yearn for a ride.
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My affection is as unadulterated as nectar,
crafted from handpicked blossoms.
A collaborative effort of bees,
alleviating the pains of my existence:
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Came like lightning and then vanished like a scent
Long-forgotten memory that helped to heal and ferment.

There was such a commotion that a lot of blood was shed,
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How similar a seed and a hope is,
Both patiently wait for their turn,
One is nourished by the fertile soil,
Another by the fertile mind.
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nature is awake
as moon, stars diminish again
a wonderful breeze
bouquet of hope and desire
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little woodpecker
digging hole in giant pine
under starry night
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The dancing dewdrop on the leave,
Through the prism of the first sunshine
The sweet notes of cuckoo and lyre
And the drifting water from the waterfall
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