Unfinished
I hold the spark, the idea, the inspiration,
yet uncertain of the path,
knowing what to say but not,
how best to express it.
A paintbrush in hand,
the canvas within the heart;
a pen in hand,
the poem within the soul.
Song to sing,
yet lyrics forgotten
Messages waiting to be shared,
often left incomplete.
© Aboorva
yet uncertain of the path,
knowing what to say but not,
how best to express it.
A paintbrush in hand,
the canvas within the heart;
a pen in hand,
the poem within the soul.
Song to sing,
yet lyrics forgotten
Messages waiting to be shared,
often left incomplete.
© Aboorva