My Bleeding Ink

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.