By Neha
Look at the child
like a herb
for all our illnesses.
Blink of an eye
grown into a shrub
head full of wavy leaves.
Oh, my lil plant
dreaming to breathe
all the clouds around.
My young lady
longing of foreign lands
now rooted in her home.
Sending parts of her
off with water and bird
only feeling overseas breeze.
By Neha
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