In the diary of my life,
when my fingers fail to write,
Numbly holding the pen of thoughts,
I pray God for his ink brighter than bright,
Lord has ink of all the colours,
Only our efforts enable us to fill,
The best chrome for our lives,
To use judiciously without a spill,
I have so much to transcribe,
With wishes and desires many,
How long my ink would last,
That's just part of destiny.

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Powerful and beautiful.❤️
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Thank you so much💕♥️
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Most welcome.💕
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Well penned 👍 we therefore worship our pens and inkpots after Diwali on Bhai dooj.
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True sir you are right,
Thank you so much😊💐💐💐
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Divine & lovely❤
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Thank you so much, 💐
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Beautiful words! Loved it very much!!❤
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Thank you my dear friend 💕♥️
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Deep thinking, Nicely composed.
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Thank you 💕
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Very touching.Your pen also has the ink of GOD brand.🙏
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So nice of you 💕 thank you 😊💐💐
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Welcome.
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Writers hands/ fingers and pen/ink never fail to work. Really great poem. Seems a deep writer in you.
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Thank you so much😊❣️
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