(11/26/1971 / New York)

An Intimidated Poet

I lost my pen, love
it ran out of ink.
all I have left
is a pencil with
a chewed off
eraser...
and the task
of writing
about you
with no mistakes.

by Eila Mahima Jaipaul

Comments (14)

Lovely! No longer than it needed to be. Every word counts. Great job!
how charming and lovely. One of the best non rhyming poems I have read in awhile. So simple and sweet.
A short yet brilliant poem.. The use of the pencil with 'chewed' eraser is beautiful...
Lovely poem, simple but a beauty that is capable to touch a reader
Simple and powerful poem....on Life, on relationship and on everything it fits perfectly.
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