M. Asim Nehal

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Ink In My Pen... - Poem by M. Asim Nehal

Life is sailing smoothly
On a piece of paper
With scribble of words
And assemble of thoughts
Yet the source to convey
My feelings to You is the pen
The ink in it is the blood
Which flows from the heart
Of my brain and reaches to you
I fear if this ink dries ever what will happen?
How will I convey my heart bubbles to you?
How will I ever be remembered by you?
Oh, divine ink does not leave me till
I am alive, till I breath, Till I die.

Topic(s) of this poem: life

Form: Free Verse


Comments about Ink In My Pen... by M. Asim Nehal

  • Edward Kofi Louis (5/2/2016 8:46:00 AM)


    Assemble of thoughts! ! Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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  • The Poet Poet (1/9/2016 4:22:00 PM)


    hope you know mans ink never dries....till he finally and physically actually dies
    all watch him as he lies till the last he continues to try and so a drop or two does come through and another poem he can squeeze with ease as all come to see him so please d dying was he did you say he lives on for many more a days till the ink is wet again for deliverance ere he enters gods domain and then after his ashes no ink does remain his pen breaks alas sad tis but isn't that life yes 'tis
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  • (12/4/2015 5:58:00 AM)


    Class poem from the master poet, Asim.... (Report) Reply

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (12/4/2015 12:55:00 AM)


    Very amazing poem this is. Really world is just like a paper and this assembles our thoughts very interestingly. Nice sharing done definitely. Feeling is pen to write on this.10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 4, 2015



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