Mysterious Pen 14

Part 14 of 29 in the Series Mysterious Pen by Haiman Raees

WHO AM I?

I’m not a bird

But peregrinating in the sky

With plumage in mind

Though hands are tied.

I’m not a dog

But barking by street

Alerting for a mog

Till beaten with log

I’m not a cargo

But sailing on the sin

Propelling under sea

Besmirching the pure soul

I’m not a rope

But knitting heart of dove

Like imperfective love

Making a flawless hope

I’m not a night

But hiding a crime

Through a furtive sight

Escaping tick of time

I’m not a shadow

But lurking in lights

Like sun in dawn’s raise

Dispersing cooling warms

I’m not a voice

But mourn a grieving joys

As servanted pen on paper

Capering to utter some silence.

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