Not just ink

Expressing words of every variety,
Emotions in-hiding,
in each of my writing.

In all my frames,
be it yellow or blue,
I’ve penned down all,
my feelings true.

I spilt it all over my table,
brimmed it again, for another fable.

With more of excitement,
More of zeal,
Also ignoring my mid day meal.

I’ve fallen in love,
I kiss and wink.
This beautiful pot,
of my wonderful ink.

 

The End

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