M. Asim Nehal Green Poems

Beneath the weight of brooding skies,
In tangled vines where silence lies,
hope flickers soft like morning dew,
and each droplet says a prayer anew.
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As I walk along this bank of green
I feel a sense of calm, a peaceful scene
the city's hustle and bustle, seems far away
In this tranquil place, I could stay all day.
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When winter is on
the grass dance
to the tunes of dews
the wind carries lusty scent
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