Pencil I

A girl
In blue jeans
Sitting on a bench
sharpens
a pencil
and from it
grows a black flower.


On the blank paper
The pencil writes
Black words
Like butterflies.


The pencil writes
White words
On the canvas of the sky
Like the sun,
the moon,
the stars.


The pencil writes
The golden wings
On the arms of universe
Like the dreams of a girl.

From ‘ Pencil aur doosri nazmein’