I become the wind

I become the hills

I become the fog

I become the little girl

Dancing by the brook

I become the sky

I become the kite

I become the flight

I become the street boy

Racing with the clouds

I become the meadow

I become the sheep

I become the song

On his bamboo flute

The shepherd plays along

I become the dawn

I become the dusk

I become the pause

Between right and wrong

I become I

I become you

I become the sky

You wish to reach

But before you can

Pierce my soul

I become the smoke

And curl into naught

Posted by on September 30, 2025 in Poem, POETIC MUSE, POETRY and tagged , , , .

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  1. Prior...'s avatar Prior... says:
    September 30, 2025 at 3:58 am

    this had such a nice flow….

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  2. Sadje's avatar Sadje says:
    September 30, 2025 at 4:31 am

    So beautiful Geeta

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  3. derrickjknight's avatar derrickjknight says:
    September 30, 2025 at 7:27 am

    From wind to nought in a stream

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  4. Rupali's avatar Rupali says:
    September 30, 2025 at 9:48 am

    I love this poem.

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  5. Indrajit Roy Choudhury's avatar Indrajit Roy Choudhury says:
    September 30, 2025 at 11:45 am

    Beautiful poem!

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