Apr 2021
Years ago
A pen was found
Its grip was blue
Slightly chipped
It wrote
Everyday on sheets, white
Flawlessly on the lines
Words did glide
It had a special place
Where it rested
After a long day
At the desk
Its home was warm
A wooden drawer
Strategically placed
Easy to fetch
Now it has been years
It longs to see the desk
At dawn
A practice now clearly gone
It lay still
In the wooden drawer
Cold and blue
Ink-less dry
A pen was found
Its grip was blue
Slightly chipped
It wrote
Everyday on sheets, white
Flawlessly on the lines
Words did glide
It had a special place
Where it rested
After a long day
At the desk
Its home was warm
A wooden drawer
Strategically placed
Easy to fetch
Now it has been years
It longs to see the desk
At dawn
A practice now clearly gone
It lay still
In the wooden drawer
Cold and blue
Ink-less dry
(49/F/Pune, India)
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