My thoughts about penning

I don’t think………

about the pint

of ink……….

what my ideas…..

drink……..

still whether….

I am in pink

of glowing health

or brink of……….

disaster……….

which intends…….

to wipe all physical wealth

my soul-aura tends….

my panache and finesse…..

and still lends…….

thoughts such……..

without thinking much…

which ends dark……..

dismal pals of gloom

and usher in an…….

endless aura, an era…

of NEW joyous bloom………….