My Bleeding Ink
My Bleeding Ink1 min 162 1 min 162
This contagion has been a blessing for me
As my inner potential, I came to see
Writing has always been a passion
This time I’m drenched in words in my own fashion!
Poems I write, stories also follow
Like never before I’ve been this wallow.
Time is more, but so are the chores
But more the unhindered writing scores.
My suppressed pains make my ink bleed
I've been hunting desperately for ways to get rid of this weed.
Lo! When the world got closed down
I received another chance to adjust my crown.
This is the highest form of self-love for me
I'm enjoying being a busy bee
No more idle time to sit and worry
As I finish the household works in a hurry.
The pen is indeed mightier than the sword
It has rightly struck the chord.
Like the red robin, I pour down myself to paper
To make the white rose red before I turn to vapor.