Sunday, January 8, 2012

The missing pen

I miss my pen,
where he might be,
Without him by my side,
I am completely at sea.

My thoughts are worthless,
when he is not in my hand,
strewn along the way,
like desert sand.

Whatever I wrote,
was his as well,
he was the enclosure,
for my ideas to dwell.

by Deekay

Lost my trusted pen on Duronto Express on my way to Delhi


unknown poet said...
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unknown poet said...

sweet pen.....:)

Dhiraj Kartik said...

yeah UP and the best thing is that i got it back....:-)

Irfanuddin said...

good to know that you got it back.....:))