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It heartens me to feature a new writer to the blog, for a while, till she feels it becoming of her to write on blogs. Bhavana Penmatcha or Zaphyr, I welcome you and hope you write many wondrous things!

And I Guess This Is How It Ends.

A tiny Petal blew with the wind,

Making its way in the gloom of day.

A soft pale, pink Petal,

Flew in the background of a dull blue sky.

It knew that it would go,

Anywhere the wind would take it,

But little did it know,

That it was not alone.

A little Girl, her feet bare,

In a steady pace,

Walks on the grass,

Leaving nothing but footprints behind.

Consumed by an unconscious mind,

She did not know where her feet would land up.

Let alone could she control them.

Her eyes stared across into the distance, dazed.

She couldn't feel anything

Not even the wind.

But something caught her attention.

Her feet stopped.

The wind died out.

Her eyes traced a tiny petal,

Falling slowly to the ground......

- Zaphyr

Dear Mother

Dear Mother,

This here to you I present,

A poem I know you'll resent.

All my life I've not know but one thing,

Did you ever love me, or the person who gave you that ring?

After all the lies that you drowned me in,

What more could I do, but to say you win?

For all the times I was Grey,

Even a word, couldn't you care enough to say?

After all the decisions that I ever made,

What more did you ever do but shatter my faith?

For all the things that I ever feared,

Did you ever wipe away a tear?

After all the times you wished I should die,

Do you know how many times a day, I cried?

For all the bruises that you gave me,

Is it you I must cry to, to save me?

After all the things about me, that you claim to know,

Did you know, that a part of me never felt whole?

Yours truly,
Your Daughter.

- Zaphyr