Zen Pen (Fragment)

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Walls wait for words
The world waits for words
I have none

Beggar Queen of words once
Now paupered Rich, richly undone
Wordless, serene

The train seeks iron wheels
Nail marks on barks of trees
I glide on breeze

Hands, mouths, ears, eyes
Seeking testimonial rites
Heady wordy wasps

Charring the hive, setting free
Fiery stings of worded spree
Poetry no more suffice

© All rights reserved, Nivedita Dey, 2016

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