Hey Dear Fellow bloggers, hope your week is going fine. Here is my next attempt to write three different posts using the word “Inkhorn” – A Thought, a poem, and flash fiction. I am providing links to all the three posts below. Let me know your views and thoughts.
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Inkhorn – A Thought
Inkhorn – A Poem
You impose your pedantic nuances
on my valiant mind
and drag me to your societal bullpen
preaching me about how to live life in reticence
and whenever I open my mind
you put your guards up
shielding to absorb any sensible opinions
for you put a blind
and today I break free
from your pretentious cage
escaping from the inkhorn
that you gloriously define
Inkhorn – A Flash Fiction
The evening shadows crawled into every visible space of the castle with a tinge shade of grayness. The king with his courtiers assumed their designated positions without uttering a word. The silence prevailed, invariably screaming with an obnoxious eerie. The miasma of discomfort clouded the aura and the court, though looked grandeur, yet appeared like a death knell.
The enemies had invaded their land from every possible direction and they were glaringly close to the town’s outermost periphery moat. The rule book said to put their defensive guards on until the first moat is breached. There were three more such moats the enemy had to breach before they could reach the castle and each moat infested with crocodiles in plenty. The king’s oracle advised to break the age-old inkhorn but the king vehemently denied. A sad affair for the kingdom would soon regret the King’s pedantic thoughts.
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