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I'd never known how to hold a pen Nor do I knew ho

I'd never known
how to hold a pen
Nor do I knew
how to ink it up again

Neither had I known 
it's worth so far;
Nor had I loved 
the letter in that loving card.

All I learned is 
learning through the parts;
Since then I'd known broken pieces allows 
shinning rays in the dark.

I stood up probably not in vain
I learned how to write and ink it up again
The body I left in past 
I bought to love it on that specific lane

That's when I realised
It's never too late ,
To ink up the colour
And Paint yourself again.

©भाwaना रai🌺
I'd never known
how to hold a pen
Nor do I knew
how to ink it up again

Neither had I known 
it's worth so far;
Nor had I loved 
the letter in that loving card.

All I learned is 
learning through the parts;
Since then I'd known broken pieces allows 
shinning rays in the dark.

I stood up probably not in vain
I learned how to write and ink it up again
The body I left in past 
I bought to love it on that specific lane

That's when I realised
It's never too late ,
To ink up the colour
And Paint yourself again.

©भाwaना रai🌺