I never knew earlier,
why my ink less pen
bleeds in her hands;
which has to be kept on
scribbling down
meaninglessly;
aimlessly.
It is only for these
simple words to be
delivered like a new baby
from the nib of her
sacred womb....
*
By
Williamsji Maveli
[email protected]
www.williamsji.com
Feb 18, 2013
Feb 18, 2013 at 11:33 AM UTC
I never knew earlier,
why my ink less pen
bleeds in her hands;
which has to be kept on
scribbling down
meaninglessly;
aimlessly.
It is only for these
simple words to be
delivered like a new baby
from the nib of her
sacred womb....
*
By
Williamsji Maveli
[email protected]
www.williamsji.com
From the collection of Williamsji Maveli's Micro-themes Verses-2
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