Thoughts Poem by Bindu Borle

I lie among the sheets of paper
White and black, strewn all over like thousand stars
On the veil of black night
I uncap the pen, but there is no ink
The pencil with a broken lead
Thoughts in a hurry, just waiting
The ink bottle
Glass pieces immersed in blue
Glistening with color
Each broken piece no with an identity
Time running fat
Drops even faster
The paper looks new
Each falling dropp left its mark
They left me thinking

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