Sharpening Pencil Poem by Sharad Rajimwale
Sharpening Pencil
I cut my finger while sharpening the pencil.
I must sharpen it.
They sharpen their daggers and swords
to spill unknown blood.
But we need pencils sharpened
to save life.
I cut my finger.
A drop of blood oozed out
On the white paper.
I have written all that needs to be written.
A nice poetic imagination, Sharad. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
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4/27/2024 4:36:23 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A very thoughtful analogy between the two extreme situations. Thank you, Sharad.