Feather of Ink never sleeps

Days so aged ,
Inks dried under heaps of seamless work ,
Wanting to wake up through alarms of letters ,
Together filling up sheets of aromatic words.
Life of poet surmounting beams ,
Hammering poetic dreams ,
drawing days of reality.
Can’t wait to bring in rays of verses ,
Jumpin with freedom of bases.
So strong and intense.
Blinking aways fears of loss,
Beating with passion filled with a pulse,
Awakening nights and thoughtful mornings.
Feather of ink never sleeps.

– Swathy Vinoth

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