I asked the poet inside me
if he could stop writing
he said yes
and he did
for days
months
years
no trace of him
he forgot who he was
I had only asked
he did not argue
did not defend
did not resist
just stopped
there
like ink inside a pen
making a pact
never to reach the nib
frozen
like his thoughts
years later
I asked again
can you revive the pen
bring back the thoughts
forgive me
he did
with a smile
no words
no complaint
no memory of hurt
this time
he filled an ocean into his pen
and wrote
in tides
in waves
there was always a poet in him
one I had kept confined
when I invited him back
he did not hesitate
he entered my heart
and stayed
as a song



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