As I doped the tip into the ink,
and put it on a piece of paper,
the dear tongue of mind halted,
essence of which was purely lucid.
Paper had a finitude for that infinite charm
as an ewer would have for the vast ocean.
My eyes dared to look at it again
and they felt the steady gusts of love,
that turned them from pale to pearl.
Its sheer brim was laden with the glare of greens
so was the bare adding to its glory.
I spoke to it and it spoke to me
and so, the journey of that faithful love started!
©ssj
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