I'd never known
how to hold a pen
Nor do I knew
how to ink it up again
Neither had I known
it's worth so far;
Nor had I loved
the letter in that loving card.
All I learned is
learning through the parts;
Since then I'd known broken pieces allows
shinning rays in the dark.
I stood up probably not in vain
I learned how to write and ink it up again
The body I left in past
I bought to love it on that specific lane
That's when I realised
It's never too late ,
To ink up the colour
And Paint yourself again.
©भाwaना रai🌺
