A bottle of ink, and a piece of paper,
The thoughts I'd link to keep them safer!
Scribbling away till the last drop drawn,
Not giving up even with the last hope gone!
Tables turned from dreaming about in sleep,
Sacrificing it all to enliven the steep!
All 'cause one day I would reach,
The land where my dreams beseech!
Not to a stereotypical magic place,
And definitely not in an outfit sown with lace!
Not as the most perfect lady,
But as the sunshine that smiles daily!
Not a place with fireflies and fairy dust,
But a place with peace? That's a must
Try, and sure find me there,
With, a bottle of ink and a piece of paper!
-J.B.Anjna
A thoughtful poem. Keep it up, Anjna.
ReplyDeleteWhy only a piece of paper when you can write so many good pieces? Do take a bundle of papers with you to accomplish your dream. Nice poem with wonderful thought. Keep writing.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful usage of words!
ReplyDeleteBeautifully expressed🙂👍
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