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Anjali Arya Poem
Dancing on the branches
of lemon orange and whatsoever;
depicting the glory of a grown up tree;
some pale yellow some light green
and some brownish Orange.
contrasting finely with the shiny blue sky;
creating a sweet smelling breeze
out of the soil they gathered from the Earth;
not thinking anything;
twisting and bending on their own;
and exhibiting the same design,
uniquely preserving
each one of them's individuality.
cherishing the tree,
to bear fruits one day;
knowing or without knowing,
after that they will fall apart;
completing their purpose
of rejuvenating millions and billions of life
not even once asking for a thanksgiving.
just spreading the fragrance,
of self purposelessness;
expecting nothing in return,
the green leaf dancing,
seeming to talk with the air;
effortlessly swinging in all directions,
seeming to laugh hilariously;
Rustling with the other leaves
seeming to whisper in the ears
of the moist air,
their humorous moments of fun.
Copyright © Anjali Arya | Year Posted 2022
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Anjali Arya Poem
an eagle
Flying high
like everyday.
She saw the prey,
She headed towards the sky,
She took a U turn,
She pounced over it,
She held it in the beak,
She flew far away,
.....A life ended....
the eagle was Bold,
She returned to her nest,
It seemed she won!
God saw her ,
She was feeding her eaglets,
It seemed she won!
Copyright © Anjali Arya | Year Posted 2021
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Anjali Arya Poem
Some playful days,
Some noisy showers;
Some spooky dreams,
Some lovely hours.
Some hurting words,
Some calming blessings;
Some lessons learned,
Some unwilled happenings.
I just have to say,
The life is awesome;
A pretty withered flower,
Can ponder to blossom.
Copyright © Anjali Arya | Year Posted 2021
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The moment she fell backwards,
Bright red blood flowed through her cheeks,
Eyes in dilemmas,
Heart got nervous,
Legs began to vibrate,
Lips were held tightly,
Voice was Shivering
hands became more dynamic.
That second a pure feeling arose,
It looked she had found someone,
With whom she had a strong connection
Her love...
Unknown love...
Copyright © Anjali Arya | Year Posted 2021
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She is Mother.
She is Earth.
She is Delicate.
She is Art.
She is Light.
She is Smile.
She is Power.
She is Peace.
She is Pride.
She is Poem.
She is Sparkle.
She is Night.
She is the Creation of universe.
She is the Beauty of universe.
She is the Miracle of universe.
She is Woman.
She is Woman.
She is Wow-man!
Copyright © Anjali Arya | Year Posted 2021
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