Birth Of A Poem
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Nosheen Irfan
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Where does a poem come from
From the womb of feelings
Or from the ruffled feathers of thoughts
The answer might lie in the silent moments of the night
In an unswept corner of your mind
Does the poem take root like an oak
Or does it float in thin air eternally
Either way, it flowers
And its aroma catches us.
Nosheen Irfan © 2016
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