No Point... Freedom Poem by Vian Sabri

He returned my pen runs counter nomadic
Between words elegant
And unleashed
And poured in Black
The white papers
Underlining Notes
Before introductions
The titles
And the loss of Miracles
Conciseness and accuracy
Scattered words
Here and there
Kaossal my heart intermittent
Points lost
Control over the characters
On the cause and circumstances
And declared independence
He returned my pen wants nomadic
Between the capitals of Love
And decided to surrender to the heartbeat