I chalk down the iota of paper

Poet- Harman Singh Manocha

I chalk down the iota of paper

With the pity dilating your nomen

I tend to fill in my fissures

I ought to evict the throe

I abut to ecstasy

Yet the sneaky past has an eye on me, sway me back to the blues

Feeble I hunt the gloom

Feeble I brace to have you

Feeble I have yet, nothing

Besides I,

I chalk down the Iota of paper!

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