Where it emerged
was a dab
from a fully loaded cartridge
living in the family of inks
the pen
the mightiest sword
stored the talents of history
Contributing and creating galore of praises
sudden
a rebel
the blot fell
not being like other in crew
maybe it was born screw
the blot
a rebel
wanted to create a new show
for all to bow
it can’t sing the parody
Was it a tragedy ?
spilling through the stylus that hold
while everyone in clan of ink scold
none, understand its cold
Manipulated
commanded
criticised
and abandoned
was the lonely blot on score
it wanted to created a song
it wanted to write a story,that’s long
it wanted to venture the world
to see what beauty it held
the blot decided to be free
to write songs at spree
it shall create a history of its own
which none of the inks could do, on their own
the blot
spilled on the sheet
to be a dandelion on street…..