Like a ball
you dabble my words with your feet,
hammering it,
beating it
pushing my thoughts away into oblivion
but like a boomerang you again look for my words,
like the way you loved to have possession
of your soccer ball,
for you cannot survive with it or without it.
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I loved your poem. Just beautiful.
Loving thoughts.
Very creative!
Amazing!
Thanks so much for reading
Thanks so much for your lovely read
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Thanks so much for your appreciation
Thanks so much, Pooja
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You are welcome.
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Thanks so much, Yas
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I think that, writing article is easy but, making poem is an art which has to come from inside. We can’t make any poem by reading or doing study etc.
That is such a beautiful comment. Loved your comment
Thanks, Just real thoughts comes automatically in front of us.
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welcome.
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