Don’t Tell Them

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Don’t Tell Them

It was in April they met
when rain washed away
their loneliness

hand in hand they walk
in meadows sprouting
soft blades of grass,
young and lush
their love, tender as buds germinating
from dormant seed, throbbing
with promises they swear to keep

unaware yet of summer’s heat
or autumn’s last blaze,
no icicles to freeze
the flow in their veins

so it should be, better not tell them
what awaits.

© Neetu Malik

Author Bio
Author Bio
Born in India, Neetu has lived in Austria, England, and Canada before settling in the Eastern USA in 1994. Neetu’s eclectic work reflects her diverse background as she explores the joy and darkness of the human condition in poems and stories noteworthy for their intensity in brief span. Her poetry is published in journals and Anthologies from Australia, USA, UK, and India. Her poem, “Soaring Flames”, was awarded First-Place by the NY Literary Magazine (2017). She has also been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, 2019 for her poem “Sacred Figs” published by Kallisto Gaia Press in their Ocotillo Review in May, 2018.
  • Birds by Neetu

    crow flies overhead
    I hear pandemonium

  • Hurricane by Neetu

    last night’s hurricane  blew the roof off
    pieces of felt lay on the street like bits of rubber tires

  • Roots by Neetu

    She needs to dig deep
    to pull the roots
    that grow under her feet
    to do so requires strength

  • Sanctuary by Neetu

    my room
    a sanctuary
    at the end of the day

  • Molting Bird by Neetu

    It must have been 
    a stormy night
    when love flew out the window
    of my vacant room 

    like a feather 

    from a molting bird.

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Born in India, Neetu has lived in Austria, England, and Canada before settling in the Eastern USA in 1994. Neetu’s eclectic work reflects her diverse background as she explores the joy and darkness of the human condition in poems and stories noteworthy for their intensity in brief span. Her poetry is published in journals and Anthologies from Australia, USA, UK, and India. Her poem, “Soaring Flames”, was awarded First-Place by the NY Literary Magazine (2017). She has also been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, 2019 for her poem “Sacred Figs” published by Kallisto Gaia Press in their Ocotillo Review in May, 2018.

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