My Only Answer

My Only Answer short poem

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The goddess of poem is calling me
I take a pencil and some papers

I make up my hair
with the flowers of words
and I wear the necklace of rhymes

my hands are shaiking
and my heart is beating

more naked than always
I close the door of the hours
And ashamed of powerlessness
I review
Your live breaths
That are my only answers

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Nadeem Qazilbash
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The answers lie in the faces of people, their lives, their actions.

asoke kumar mitra
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good write.good imagery.Please check the spelling of “shaiking” ? (shaking)……….

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