I write to ease the pains of living,
soothing lines of emollient
for a weathered soul.
When daily dialogues fail to satisfy
moods within,
I lift my pen
and
transfer my fancies
to common white bond.
No need to discuss
these inspired reflections
defending their right or their wrong.
Just myself,
my pen
and common white bond,
finding solace from the pains of living.
This is a beautiful poem.