ink flows over an empty paper
tracing lines of its own,
paths that are known and old,
to its own fold shall it be sold?
no! the flowing force never be lone!
the painter does mysteries unfold,
when nudges she into shapes untold,
and enters into the lively zone,
of beauty, but with spots bold,
the heart forever inked to behold!
- nayan
Sat, 12 December 2020
Patna
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