She walks alone in peace, tarries
shedding the burden she carries
hunting freshness, looking wearied
I saw dropped skins she 'd outgrown
No imposed guilt, sins to atone
moving steady on paths unknown
Raw forces behind her rallied
Her feet heavy with commitments
yet tracing paths of wonderment
she creates art, does not lament
lack of love - all questions parried
see for how long will she pull on
think if she is mad or moron
check if it's just her or a clone
but let her go - free, unqueried
Reena Saxena 
I love the metaphor of life as walking… it would be great to have someone sharing her burden though.
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Life is a movement from birth to death. Whatever happens in between are highlights.
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I love that last line especially – ‘but let her go – free, unqueried’ – you can’t pin down a creative soul!
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Nobody can… but ‘unqueried’ is a question mark.
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but let her go – free, unqueried…if only that would happen.
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The doubt you raise is so valid. The world makes it their business to raise queries.
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bare foot
no longer shod
hovel
sewn
lines in the palm
frodz
fonda her
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I like this option best: but let her go – free, unqueried. Thanks for joining us.
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Thank you, Grace!
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Really v deep enough
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Thanks a lot, Rajni!
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This is a beautifully written poem Reena. Love the thoughts behind your poetry
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Thank you, Sadje! Living in uncertainty needs a lot of strength.
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It does. You’re welcome
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