A day with an illness.
Earlier I wrote every day about almost everything
now I do not.
I wait for the paper to drain all the sorrow.
The filtered content then goes under the lens,
where I try to bake a muffin.
You do not write as long as you are happy.
I go to the well only when I am thirsty.
We read in the books about growth,
where cells occupy the space
left by separation of walls.
I search for a path within my blocked mind.
I do not write.
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Grandmother’s Quarantine
My tongue is learning to spell a new word.
Quarantine.
It’s everywhere,
floating like a small bubble.
across the streets
it echoes in children’s voice
it is stuck in my grandmother’s throat
a sharp cry leaves her lips
inside we know,
it’s the end
but somehow we pretend it isn’t.
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Happy Reading everyone. Do support Olive Skins by submitting your poems and prose. 🙂
Oh finally, I got to connect you here!
I’ve heard a lot about you and your work, Sameera.
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Hello Sumit. I hope I live upto your expectations. Welcome. 🙂
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Hey, Sameera!
You might be wondering how I am aware about you, thanks to Devika Mathur. On Instagram, I’ve heard and seen you a lot of times.
The kind of love she has for you and your words describe everything. And when I read you today, I was glad.
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Devika is such an inspiration in poetry and as well as in life and I am happy to see you here. Thank you for joining here. Have a good time. 🙂
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She is. Undoubtedly.
I wish you the same.
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Stay safe.😊
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Stay safe and healthy, you too Sameera.
Looking forward to explore you through your words soon.
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Reblogged this on MY VALIANT SOUL.
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Thank you 😭💙
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♥️♥️
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💙💙🌿
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Absolutely lovely 💗🌸
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Kaylen, thank you for reading. 🙂
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These are beautiful pieces of poetry, Sam!
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Jazakallah 🌿 i hope you are keeping well.
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