The bottle of ink

He found it's almost dried when he dipped his old G-nib pen.
He poured a tear dropp and shook the bottle well.
What's the use of these huge Oceans
If it's not worth for the purpose?
Yes! He has something to scribble.
Last night he found a rusty pliers in the trash bin
And he thought of extracting his painful decayed tooth.
Then he added one more line; Watermelons are more sweeter in drought than rainy days.

*Dedication to the brave pilot who rescued all the passengers in the Hudson River Plane Crash.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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