Athul KrishnaA

(17th august 1997 / Kottayam, Kerala)

13 Pen


How bored I am I don’t know
Just fifteen days ago,
My activeness, was very great
Writing non-stop almost all day long
But what to say all my fate
It’s so smelly here
Why they put me here I don’t know,
My blue mark is too thin
My time has almost come
For me to leave this world and go
To heaven or hell, I don’t know
I had a very long life though
You must be wondering who I am
I am none other than a
A poor gel pen!

Submitted: Friday, April 11, 2008

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  • Nkululeko Mdudu (4/25/2008 5:10:00 AM)

    honoured reliable pen, we never give them the credit they deserve. thanks for the reminder to appreciate my pens (Report) Reply

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