Doubt And Destiny Poem by Neelam Dadhwal

Spiralling I believe what the lords teach
let them be succour in bond and life.

Tell me spirits as I introduce to you
willing to set a motion across
where the sun rises before dawn
coloring my drapes white membranous
perched over palm trees.

Often does it seems destiny
to me there have been no stranger
a cup full of sunshine, air and misty dew
I inhale in eucalyptus whiff of contoured spaces.

When I am so benign I feel
even doubt is a friendly term
when a sparse noise make redolent trees
wave in kind gesture in azure sky.