JUMPING IN TO THE INK INK BOTTLE
Ink bottle and
I am jumping
On to that bottle
Regularly....
And I walked
Through
So many ways; by
Marking my
Foot prints…
And wet
Blood pictures
When I reached
At end of
The road,
I came to
Know that
All my journey
Was a poetry
And I am
Living with a poem.
Poetry by anoop.m.r
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Written 2008-05-01 kl 11:23
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