- Sabina 'Sindhu'
The ink bottle, it was empty.
The Pen, it wanted to swallow ink
The ink and the pen
both were empty.
The empty bottle knew nothing
The pen, it was thinking to write
But it thought,
How to write and how to express?
Sabina Sindhu
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