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"An Obligation" on Reflection W & R July Issue

Reflection W & R mag July 2014 issue publishes my poem "An Obligation" on page 23.

An Obligation

Nectar of life flows through the plains,
pure, sweet, in curls the sound of a santoor,
the peaks shine straight and the sky
glances at its shape with an occasional cloud
and must be eager for a journey
as the stream gets lost in turns of a terrain.

To Read further go to the link.

This poem deals with the theme of environment. How ecstatic it is to find each joy that nature provides us. We discover that we have minimal responsibilities to keep on cherishing these fruits. Wherever we are, we feel full of life, happy and contended once we are in the nature, open ourselves to it.

The magazine features work of many other poets on the same theme. Hope you will enjoy reading the work.

Thanks.

Neelam Dadhwal

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