I dedicate this work to the
voiceless masses, the beaten and battered, those who have fallen and known what
it means to struggle for survival. In every great destiny are adversaries.
Though today seems tough, hold on for tomorrow holds something beautiful. Joy
always comes in the morning.
Also to those who have loved and those who adore nature as well as beauty...........
A Beckon
Down here on this paper
I pour out my heart,
My happiness, bitterness and
brokenness
Down here is my all
My very essence
Down here with
this ink and paper
I come bare, naked before you
Holding nothing back
My tears, my fears,
My joy and my all
The heart can’t
contain these emotions
But a reliable companion to share
with
This ink and sheet
Before them I lay my secrets
To them I pour out my heart
Come journey with
me to my world
Not of wild
imaginations but the real world
The yearnings and crying of the
feeble mind,
Our present state and circumstances,
Issues of everyday life
Oh! Dear how can I make you see
through a needle’s eye?
How can I make you understand?
This ink and paper know better
They’ve traveled this road with me
Come feel what I feel and share
this big heart with me