Pen, Paperweight and me.

‘I’ll create an ocean,
one out of my words.’
I told the paperweight
it quoth,’Then what,
Your people, illiterate,
They can’t sail,
Pages, inked or blank,
it’s all the same.’
‘Flying needs dreams,
dreaming needs hope,
look, their eyes are drained.’
‘No’, The pen spoke.
‘Every morning, they dream,
In a busy day, they forget,
a reminder in ink,
a written dream,
is all they need.’
And I am all set to write some dreams on paper, for all those who have forgotten theirs, Just a reminder that they dream every day, For I believe that every eye can weave with the fabric of dreams.


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