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Nimi Arora Poem
Feeling hot, hot, hot
seems the mantra now
Forget a song
Can't even hear a meow.
Calling to you, Sun Dear!
Uncomfortable heat
Smelly colleagues
Even in AC rooms
no respite indeed.
Listen to me, Sun Dear!
All this money
in my purse
Can't go out
This heat's a curse.
Appealing to you, Sun Dear!
Drip, Drip, Drip
My sweaty neck
And then the back
What the heck.
I am melting here, Sun Dear!
I can feel myself cooking
going hiss, hiss, hiss
A good sunny day
doesn't refer to this.
No more havoc please, Sun Dear!
Copyright © Nimi Arora | Year Posted 2014
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Nimi Arora Poem
I have a dream
Of thoughts on paper
Words expressing emotions
Tears in readers' eyes -
my story's impact
Emotions woven in abstract
I have a nightmare
The paper's blank
The pen in my hand
One word after another
Using the 26 blocks
Make the best (and worst) of thoughts
Why write this blog?
To work towards the dream
To ward off the nightmare
Copyright © Nimi Arora | Year Posted 2014
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