Scribbler

Bodhi I

I'm not a writer,

but just a scribbler

who copy down emotions-

or thoughts.

 

It's like a river of thoughts

flowing from my mind

to a piece of paper.

It could be a narrow one -

like in the drought,

or a flooded one -

like in the rainy season.

 

Unending possibilities,

anything could be created.

A place of utmost freedom,

I am my only master

 

It makes me happy,

it gifts freedom.

The space where

I find myself.

  • Author: Bodhi I (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 25th, 2022 09:33
  • Comment from author about the poem: Exploration of myself
  • Category: Unclassified
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