My Poems

[fatema_diu]

All  my life I am so
Winding all the poems in the air
Which were once precious more than
Anything would do

I loose my bag full of grains of miscellaneous info
I kept making scribble which could be like Tagore’s photo

But I lost them with a whirl of a fan
And I forget all with the passing of time

Still if somehow I recall my issues
I feel the grand pain of Grendel’s mom