Poetica Poem by Quaid-Uz- Zaman

A blank page she looked at me
and I found so many
possibilities and looked for my
pen embroidered with the merits of archeology and bordered with geographical lines or
with no boundaries at all;
I often doing my work instinctively in a trustful way.
And words like measured nuts and bolts, light or heavy together with all the accessories
I now encounter the poetic maze
And analyze the elements sincere and decorative ones to go for the orgasm
and
page printed.