Friday, April 3, 2015

Your Own Orchestra





A poem sparks the light
To any fire alike;
The thoughts from your head,
Processed from within this lead
Give this white monotony

A colourful scheme.
Oh, anything that you dream
Can be onto this simple wood creamed
From a black pointer that knows no end
And with a rhyme does blend
Your own symphony;

Played by the orchestra of words-
A big band, higher than a sword its worth,
And your pencil, a baton
Held by the maestro of your own genius.
Get the world a ticking
To the music of the clicking
Of your pen!

They hear it out loud in the end,
As an artist flaunts his genius silently.


-Heenas Haseeb

[The GIF above was hand-drawn by me]