Plight For A Pen

Oh my dear pen,

There you lie;

Cold and pale.

With your jaunty cap askew,

No more ink courses through your vein to spew.

You’ve bled your last drop on my paper.

No more will I chew on you, pondering poetry.

No more will you take down and crystallise my thoughts.

No more marking, jotting and retorts.

Your journey with me, well spent,

Has finally come to a sad end.

Ohh my dear, sweet,

Lifeless Pen…

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