Journal :

Scratching his pen all over me,
his heart wept still he kept on writing ,
between my lines with a low key.

Today, the Nib pierced too hard through my pages ,
I could feel all his agony ,
and the pain he breathed.

Everytime his heart scribbles ,
I keep his writings intact ,
Be it happiness or pain ,
I am his journal ,
drenched with his tears & its stains.
~pulkitchandakpulkitchandak.wordpress.com

21/january/2021