Pramita Kaur Sidhu Poems

In the quiet rhythm of forty-four years flown,
I've come to discern flags in the souls unknown,
those shades of green, waving softly, unseen,
in the hearts that whisper where silence has been.
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Not all paths are marked.
Some are felt.
A whisper in the chest,
a pull beneath the ribs.
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You came into this world
not when they expected you—
but exactly when you were meant to.
Week 26,
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