Either under the open sky or in a closed black room
on an empty paper, this blue ink will always groom
the words, from my heart, that are falling drop by drop
So my pen will never stop
The ocean of my feeling, on which my imagination is sailing
will make that useless page, a need
and will leave it on the bank of that ocean, like a precious pearl bead
It is only a poet’s pen that cares for all this
neither more than an ink container and nor less than a bliss
So, either under a tree shadow, or above a mountain top
Till my hands have sense, my pen will never stop
This pen is stronger than a sword
though, not made up of any metal rod
because it’s creation is indestructible
which will never ever die, it is immortal
So, a poet may die, but her creation will never flop
Until my eyes close, my pen will never stop.
Todays poetry contest submission was written by Gloria.
Do you think it could possibly be one of the best new poems of 2014?