Here we are the three of us,
Paper pen and my soul
Paper is lifeless and blinding white
While I pile on it the fonts
Which come in different shapes and sizes
And form pictorial meanings,
About the comings and goings
Of my human heart…
Which I dare to call godly inspired!
Poof! Poof! And by doing so
I have destroyed one of
Nature’s timeless creation
Best left alone as a whole
The tree Of life in the Amazon forest,
And now commercialism has
Forged its destiny into paper,
And if I am lucky enough
My self-published poetry book
Made from its precious core
And I am as guilty as charged
In destroying the Amazon forest.
A hit or a miss and definitely
There is no guarantee…
That what I have published
Will redefine eternity!
January 16,2014
Copyright Leaking Pen 2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem