I have words
Thousands of them
Dancing on my head
Bumping into one another
Clashing while they spin
Making fantastic rhythms
Composing splendid puns
and poems and songs

Wonderfully,
Rich alphabets created
great lines, proverbs, metaphors and imagery
storing them neatly in my brain...
waiting to explode...

Why then...
  Am I still hiding my golden pen?
Hoping one day..
The chapters will start penning...
Wishing one day ...
We'd read from INTRO till THE END....
Holding satin handkerchief in one hand
Disguising big smile with tiny tears falling...
Gone the hot burning light of the oil lamp....

By Rina...