Love

Love is like a flowing river

When it reached the ocean

It becomes vast

But when it floods

It destroys vast

Moon

The lights are dim

But my eyes are bright

Because I can see the moon

I am

 

I am somebody’s daughter too

Maybe not as precious as your own daughter

But I would not judge you

Because I am somebody’s mother too

 

What I write

Even I don’t know
What I write
Is it a poem, or is it a haiku
Is it a story, or is it a thought
Or just some random rumblings
It is just some words
That pour out of my mind

Senses of a different kind

You can hear from the heart
You can feel from the sight
You can touch from the words
You can see from the touch
You can taste from the smell
These are all the senses
Of a different kind

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