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Geeta's Poems

. . . Where ?

Where do I go from here?...
A beggar
with a bowl
for receiving alms...
A Robin Hood
to take from some
and give to others...
A Medias
to touch and turn
everything
into gold...
A sadhu
relinquishing
the world...
...Or a shadow
of myself,
unreal, ethereal,
untouched....
I go
not knowing where...
by a meandering forest path
into the mountains
and the skies....

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{ Alone } { Evening } { The Touch of Your Hand } { The Moon }
{ Waiting } { To P... } { Creases } { Your Fingers } { Stock-Taking }
{ Private Demons - I } { Private Demons - II } { A Resolution } { Questions } { Freedom to Be }
{ Relationships } { Sensations } { Death } { Life's Choices } { All for Love }
{ To You.. { After Life } { After the Storm - I } { After the Storm - II } { Self Discovery }
{ A Reassessment } { The Fall } { Anchorless } { To D... } { Peace }
{ Stray Poems } { The Morning After } { There are no Goodbyes... } { The Essence }

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