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Like this circinate hanging there still
I find myself stopped with lost quill
Waiting for a little push to swing again
Hope to receive a tempest before rain
Thoughts infuse and in no time impalpable in air
Before the ink touches the paper it goes off
Blank paper is what I stare...  

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  1. अद्भुत, बेमिसाल.. वाह सिमरन जी निःशब्द हूँ क्या कहूँ...आभार आपका...!!!!!

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    1. Aapki sarahana ke liye bohot bohot shukriya sanjay ji :)

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  2. wow! Awesomely composed Simi!

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  3. the poem conveys a lot, despite short! beautiful sim :)
    hope you get some breeze as inspire

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    1. Glad to have you here :)
      I really need an inspiration. Thanks a lot for your kind words.

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  4. Loved this short rhyming piece ... you know, I nowadays find it difficult to write rhyming poems, and then I come across your posts. Surely, you got to teach me :-/

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    1. I see myself as your ultimate teacher . If not this then that :D :P
      I'd be happy to help you :)

      Glad you loved it. Thank you!

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  5. and today is friendship day :)

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  6. Nice poem...

    Happy Friendship Day wishes to you

    thanks

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    1. Thank you.
      Happy Friendship day, Krishna :)

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  7. That was beautiful...Hope you find an inspiration to write more! :)

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  8. I can relate to the feeling :) of being stuck and needing a push, like that tyre swing. Beautiful poem.

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