A Book Worm Poem by Showkat Ahmad Wani

Now after million years I free the thread
Of rust on writing-file to heave the taste
Of inner cosmic ocean-pearls of pen;
A worm hath slumbered after having gruel
Of ink and takes blood of my of ideas,
He laughs while gulping wealth of wakeful mind,
The other bops on shroud of mother's son,
The one that takes joy for dripping woe
Among the showering cries of painless pain,
This drinks the tears of holy wet in deep;
These take my mind as food as human mouth.