I've seen you,
Oh! The desolated desk of mine
Screaming in pain
Over the one sided love of
The ****** pages of that
Ill- fated diary,
Which years for one last kiss
From it's beloved pen.
The stone-hearted pen,
As you call it, has divorced them
For no reasons, you think ?
You know naught of the torment,
The pen is enduring in separation
Of it's only confidant.
You know naught of the cabal,
The merciless world conjured
To ensure it's  secret riddance
From the gloomy rendezvous.
I'm witness to the crazy howling
Which it made
In the lonesome nights
I've seen it's tip
drenched in grief, searching for
The soothing Bossom of it's love
The tale of it's agony
Is the only medal,
The guardians of love have gifted him.
The pen is innocent and so is it's love,
But the pitiless world will understand naught
The desire of the pages and
The helplessness of the pen
So let them suffer, it's their fate.

© Badee Uz Zaman.