Do we all bleed?
Yes, we all do,
In different forms,
With a simple plead.
As a little child,
We bleed in tears,
With trivial doubts
And unknown fears.
As a writer,
We bleed in words,
Each blank page,
Engraved with inks darker
As a musician,
We bleed in rhythms,
Strumming chords to fathom,
The passion reflected in symphonies.
As a painter,
We bleed in colors,
Reality getting duller,
And canvases conveying brighter ...
We bleed in diverse ways,
For mutual reasons,
To encore unheard, unread, unseen
Piled up emotions...
Yes little by little every day