Kavyanjali

 

I think I've forgotten my pen And its mighty strokes; The curves of my letters And how the words interlocked! The lined papers on my desk, No more line up for my hand, Spotless and stainless they lie Like untrodden white sand.  No more do I know my words Or to weave them with beautiful meanings. I've forgotten how my thoughts flow  Or the pace with which my mind swings. Without my words and my weapons Life has lost its lovely charm; Unbeknownst to myself I have forgotten who I am.