My name is not Parsa Akhtar but I will use this name to write here. It holds significance for me and gives me the courage to share my poetry and writing. I am a nurse by profession; when I am not taking care of people, I am busy taking care of myself by reading, writing, coloring, practicing yoga and meditation but mostly by writing. Without writing, my life would be bereft of meaning. So, I write and write some more to give it meaning.
Snowflakes Tiny confused snowflakes Dancing outside my window Flying in the air Like white cotton candy Eventually settling down Covering the cars and trees Streets and people Flecks of white on everything Glistening like little pearls Refusing to be held Melting when you touch them Frozen when they pile up Making it a white magical world Written on December 6, 2019, at 3:44 pm
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In the Stillness (24/03/2020)
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