Baskadia

The Poem

The ocean of ink;

The waves of words;

We paddle with the pen;

To where the blue waters meets the yellow sun at the horizon;

White paper piled island lies there;

Ink waters innately guided;

The island welcomes the pen who came with souvenir from his odyssey;

The Dialed Down

Water of ink;

Waves of words;

We row with the pen;

When the sun is at the horizon;

Stack of white papers are there;

Ink basically seeks papers;

Stack of papers receives the pen;

The pen that came with wise ideas from a thoughtful mind;