• pranni 10w

    I am not a poet, i dont know how to write
    Its my pen & ink that just slide

    On the blank paper of my crunched life
    The deep feelings, i am unable to recite

    Like in infinite sky, the colourful kite
    Flying freely, i had hold on, very tight

    Like a boat floating on low & high tide
    In the middle of the sea, day and night

    Like a blind man has found magical sight
    Living in the moment, avoiding inside fight

    Emotions with the rhyms gives orgasm to my core
    When my body language doesn't perform with it's whole

    I am not a poet, i dont know how to write
    Its my pen & ink that just slide