Amina
ThinkPalm Technologies
Saga of a poem
Flowing through her veins,
Crimson rusty blood,
Raging with thought of
Dwindling time ahead
Rendering saga of fate,
Her mind spelt silence,
Seeking calm, composed serene
Her blood exuded
With leftover fantasy
Of writing all the lines
Before they fade away
Flowing through her veins,
Crimson rusty blood,
Raging with thought of
Dwindling time ahead
Words lingering on air,
Slipping through the thoughts,
Hope of a fluke
Fades with drowsing mind
The lines to write
Flickers in the mind,
Holding the pen
Still in a quandary
Words begin to shower
Like a ray, a light.
Fate stepped a while
Made way for the ode
Her time now longer,
The world more divine,
Words dripping around,
Like a rain, a storm.
Flowing through her veins,
Crimson rusty blood,
Filled with the liberty
Of words penned down.