A Mad Pen by Navraj Goyal


A Mad Pen


Don’t mind me! I am just a mad pen. Ignore me, or walk over me, trample my words. What? No. Why should I mind? Trampled things make sense and speak louder. A mad pen in a mad rush

Don’t mind me

if I walk right through you to express

that like a revolving door you open

up before going, once more, back to

being shut.

Don't mind the dyes dear. I don't use

the colours. I use blood.