I pen to summon upon my soul
To flush the colors to the skin
The dye of composition twists
Until the conscience rings spent within
May be penning a beautiful poem.........summons our soul to come fore.........and may be our skin is flush with colours of soul.................vow............this is what i understand.............may be i am wrong...........good write.......10+++.......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ok..upon your soul, you pen....colouring the skin...the dying of the skin, the conscience gets twisted to alarm...may be a tatoo you mean? ..a twisting poem