While my wings flap
Clipped they hang around
My roots grope
For more ground
Around my feet
I listen to the songs of future
Filtering through the crevices

My fingers have forgotten to write
They hammer on the keyboard
Frozen words
Within liquid emotions.

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Pritpal Kaur
Pritpal Kaur
A television journalist turned writer I have been writing short stories and poetry for almost twenty five years. Masters in Physics and Education, turned to Television journalism and gradually shifted to full time writing. Taught physics for a year at University of agriculture. Meanwhile worked for All India Radio as announcer. Reported for “Parakh” and later worked with NDTV. Got into professional writing somewhere along the line. Have also produced documentaries for television and radio.