Monday, November 2, 2020

Warrior


I gargled my pain,
To quench my thirst
Of war with ink.
I filled my pen,
With the quest of dream
To unravel my fancy.
I finished my poem,
With the portrait of a warrior
Who gargled the world
With a pen in hands.

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