She comes and washes
away my fears like waves
hitting the shore,
touching my feet gently!
Wiping away particles of sand,
every time a little bit more.
She asks me why my mind is
at a never-ending war!
Why I wander around
not knowing what
I am looking for.
Poetry wants to free me of my
insecurities, inhibitions
and those old-fashioned traditions.
But I am too rigid to change-
so I ask poetry politely to leave me
like she found me.
But I am never the same.
-udbhavi
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