Pen

I have six fingers on my right hand;
I write from the tip of the sixth finger;
All other...

At this moment,
And being in this small hut,
I stay alone; holding
a torn-out paper;...

As morning arises
The poet becomes the sayer
The painter of mornings beauty
Not that...

In a holder...

Without paper...

Pen alone holds ink...

Red, blue and black are it's...

In a holder...

Without paper...

Pen alone holds ink...

Red, blue and black are it's...

POET WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES….