Don'T Ink Me In Words

Don't ink me in words ... O godly pen, dark inkpot and restless jotter Battling with his merciless thoughts He inscribed me on the desert of unruled 40 pages Drops of ink rattled with hue of black and red stains The blue ink stood on the deck of his lost vehement There were no sunflowers face to greet the east The black roses at Turkey were little lighter in shades than the dark west The stubborn spirit and madness in love All her said he gyve He inked her in word by words Readers read her from decade after decades Later years mortal was he But his gravestone and she remained immortal in the hearts ...