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

Ink In My Pen...

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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.

Friday, December 4, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Suzon Albert 09 August 2020

Yes the metaphor Ink in pen is marvellous and the way you wrote it gave a philosophical touch..10/10

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Edward Kofi Louis 02 May 2016

Assemble of thoughts! ! Thanks for sharing.

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Me Poet Yeps Poet 09 January 2016

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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T Rajan Evol 04 December 2015

Class poem from the master poet, Asim....

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Kumarmani Mahakul 04 December 2015

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

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