My name signifies the creative ink,
From the amber flame.
Stored, in layers as the eyes can blink,
To prove my worthy name.
Soot you call, or the black ink gel,
Feteched from lamps of earth.
Dipanjan has a unique spell,
The one I carry from birth.
Hued lines on gloomy eyes,
Can lit the look a lot.
Gleaming souls must cast a price,
To adorn each noble thought.
The occulus black, behold the sight,
With smutty tinge of lust.
My name can hold the earthen light,
And boost up amative trust.
Let the flourishing ink to spread,
All in through the eyes.
Capturing frames in crimson red,
The shop of canny lies.
My name has ruled each elegant black,
Embossing youthful beats.
Sprinkling beauty through the track,
It hues the optic slits.
A dot to say, a little one,
Holds a serene place.
To keep away the devilish gun,
That tampers with the face.