see as they who walk alone blindly staring to atone the sins committed on fellow man when what they need is a helping hand someone to guide them along the path through minefields of humanity unscathed see as those who bury their dead disease running rampant, too many unfed victims of hatred, ignorance, abhorred collateral damage in another man’s war to those still giving when all is lost who care for others, no matter the cost see as they who take one step forward progress, a movement swept to not disdain someone on sight and realize everyone has the right to live a life filled with hues to love in peace and not abuse see as they who stand proud love is fertile and grows abound make way the hoe to till the soil weed the hate, uproot the spoiled open your palm to plant the seeds offer a smile so more may feed see as they who know the sins of what humanity has done to them yet open their arms to love one another belying religion, creed, or skin color to heal the pain that others commit by offering themselves compassionate ©2022 Diane Sismour
I will weave you garlands of dazzling wisteria twine the flowers with stems of love growing from roots seeded strong and deep where the ground stays warm and evergreen. © Neetu Malik Poem written for my children, 2019.
why love?
no one knows but
everyone does
why hurt?
no one knows yet
everyone does
love hurts
but it’s the only thing
that heals the hurt
that comes from loving
and giving your all even
when it hurts to love
because without love
there would be no
us
© Neetu Malik
I will plant sunflowers
in the hollows we have dug
with a rusty spade
it is time to pull old roots
rotten with dead habit
in this neglected garden
long-choked
by winter’s breath
it is time to till the soil
let it soak in fresh April rain
steam in this year’s sun
and exhale pungent fumes
until its pores are free
to seed new grass
and soft beds for my flowers.
© Neetu Malik
mist fills the night—
there are no ghosts, just my self
and me in mellow light
I pause only to listen
to rustling in the trees, where
secrets like my own
might be guarded mystery
it’s not for me to know what
theirs might be,
but a comfort to feel
a kindred familiarity
© Neetu Malik
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