The Poetic Heart


I tell myself…
For something real, like: Love.
For something real, like: Hope.        
For something real, like: Faith.
I must quietly concentrate on them,
Like a yogi does!


Withdrawn into myself,
The yogic essence grants me the tip.
I begin to inhale and exhale.
I breathe in love, hope and faith. 
I breathe out slowly the indifference
Of the world... and I keep trying!



8th February 2016


Geeta Chhabra

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