Dedication: The poker
Inspiration: Long letters and messages written
Trapped in boundaries,
Confined within four lines,
Whenever I fill the pages of my life with words,
They never seem to fit.
Smudged ink doesn't help,
Minute calligraphy does its best,
Yet I guess, the precincts are adamant,
They just do not let me stretch.
A battle between a pen and a paper,
A struggle within a soul,
With no victory acclaimed,
Yet a lesson learnt.
The stream of reason is unstoppable,
So why should life restrict itself?
Even dead habit can be cured,
Limits manipulated and,
Margins changed.
-Purti Awal, 2004