M. Asim Nehal
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.
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