When the pen write 
On penchant papers –
To drop his prime 
In rhymes and rhythms.

When thy blister muse
Of boisterous tales & thoughts
Scribe into the faucets of papers –
With the pen; giving passion to sheets.

When the adept ink –
Seek tender spheres
Of rebel & bowels of clarity
Into the Oasis of the earth,
In it's lucidity.

Yet, I will strike the pen 
And scribe in aesthetic values —
Into pearls of poems; to explore art.


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