The Book

By Mahathi Vinodkrishna

Back when my emotions lit up the night,

My mind and heart were in a silent fight,

And when my tears made this ocean flood,

I thought, "What is a fight without any blood?"

So I tried to write some perfect lines,

With this ink that my heart confines.

When that story ended and the pages turned,

I could have those pages burned.

Suddenly, with pain that I could have overlooked,

I decided to write a bigger book,

But I forgot that my child's hands had grown too far,

and the pen I used, I pressed too hard,

and all of a sudden, water had gleamed,

water containing less emotion than routine,

So when my book was found and read,

It saddened me to show you those lines so red,

since this was simply the impact,

of those little lines which by then were black.

By Mahathi Vinodkrishna