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.
Reshma L R✍️For more insights 🧐"mynewblogspotrk.blogspot.com" & Poetry collections : "Unstrung Notes", "Elysian Florets", "Wonder Meal", "Ormakal"
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