Ink and Life

Finally again when my hands are on this keys typing in
A small smile with a storm of thoughts in that brain
I been judged i been betrayed by people i ain't aware
as you sow, so shall you reap that a story of life to be
a pen and a paper that has been lost in this era to be
we grow and we survive with every part of you in that
moments leads to memories and than they lead to journey's
you look at that someone with all the hope that you had
you smile to every person who has been long around
but we never would have wondered the magic of words to be
a simple line can change the meaning of in it to be
a simple text from someone can make someone's morning to be
while long somewhere just a voice of that once person is all they need
we live on the edges when we need to choose the life we once lived
with those scars inside us we learn what we grew up to be.
-Nitish


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