Just A Bottle Of Ink

Poem By Sharika Hafeez

In my hands
I write my story,
And in my mind
I write memories.

In my heart
I write my pain,
But in my face
There is no crease.

Beyond these lands
I stalk the prairie,
And beyond my mind
I stalk the breeze.

Beyond the cart
I chase the rain,
But beyond this chase
There is no ease.

On my eyes
There are words,
And on my thoughts
A light blink.

On my seat
Is hidden a pen,
And on my table
A papered link.

Beneath the sighs
I move forwards,
But beneath the clouds
I cannot think.

Beneath my feet
There is a glen,
But beneath my fingers
Not a bottle of ink.

Comments about Just A Bottle Of Ink

As always, deep, philosophical and inspiring!
Thank you for sharing, Sharika
Nicely written poem, we all go thru this confusion at times and you captured it nicely in your poem...10+ I invite u to read my poems.

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