Everyday Poem-5 Poem by Bharati Nayak
Everyday Poem-5
EVERY DAY POEM-5
15th December 2025
Does a poem need a name?
My poems arise
Instantly and dilute into the air
Like a whisper spreading and spreading
Until I realize that
I have forgotten those words
But still carry the pains and smiles
That wrote my poems
How many poems have I uttered
That never found a place for home?
O my poems not seeing the sun light
Before I cradle you in my hand
Be patient and wait
Because I too am waiting eagerly
For you to come back.
@ Bharati Nayak
This poem is beautifully tender and honest. It captures the quiet magic of creativity—the way words are born from feeling, drift away, yet leave something lasting behind. There's a deep comfort in how it honors even the unseen poems, reminding us that nothing felt is ever wasted. Keep writing
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I like everyday poems!