The Indigo Affair

That indigo ink in my pen,

Brings an instant glow on my face...

Gives me new hope - of freshness, neatness, and beauty

To me, the ink pen is a medium through which I travel back in the memory lane

Fresh as a grade five student...

Holding that ink pen in my little fingers

Feeling no less than a conqueror

A grown-up after all - from pencil and eraser to this mighty ink pen!

But that same ink pen gave a silent message too...

Be careful now, because what you write will be hard to erase

This indigo colour will leave an impression - on you and many others

This ink, spilled once

Will ruin books, clothes, and your face

Use it gently, carefully, precisely...

But don't be scared of it,

Because the ink pen will guide you through

As you glide the beautiful words on paper

Your thoughts and dreams turning into reality

You will see a beautiful story written

And that spilled ink

Signifying your mistakes, heartbreaks, the lost love

Will fill you with pride...

"How far you've come; Oh how far!"