INK

A few brown and blue lines inked

On my palms and forehead

Have written my destiny,

They all say,

But a paper like mind

And a pen with all might

Help me ink my own fate,

Leading me to an awakened state,

A path towards music, poetry and art,

The red ink in my veins chart,

Inking my way with dexterity,

To a bolder ink and mental acuity.

©Madhumita