Someday

By Navni Patni

i pick up a pen,

ruffle the pages,

i think, and think, and think,

but never do,

never show,

never hold anything tangible.

i am what i feel,

and what i feel is what i know,

but if i cant feel,

i dont know.

yet i still clasp the pen,

i still touch the pages,

i still feel for words,

and they still don’t show,

but just enough hope

that someday, they’d be held,

someday, id hold.

By Navni Patni