What am I?
The question that never stops raising.
Not a perfect daughter
Not a strong sister
Not a clever student
Not a flawless human.Then, who am I?
Until it stops haunting, I keep on chanting that,
I'm the wind in the flute
I'm the clouds in the sky
I'm the sail on the ocean
I'm the soul to my poem.—Laxmi Bhargavi Golla

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SEASHELLS [short poems]
شِعرIf the Beach is what represents my Life, then I would name the ocean as my Feelings and the seashells as my Poems.