That one day!

And one day
She wanted to write
Something was there
That held her tight.
For the first time
Her ink faded
She tried hard
But words were edged.
Feelings were wrenched
Fingers were caged
The white paper
So hard that longed
To meet the excerpts
Was left unpigmented.
For the first time
She came to know
A writer too can
Fall short of scripts
And that was the day
She became one.






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