A Pen So Young Poem by Husna Amin
A Pen So Young
As I open my book, grown old in its pages brown,
I can listen to that woman speak of her beautiful golden town...
and I listen too, to the music of my heart,
which cheered me up with the author's art!
But as I sit with my thoughts, all lined up
my pages so neat and my pen so young...
I can only feel deprived of the magic of words...
and realize with humility, I still don't have a writer's crown.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/8/2024 6:21:10 PM # 1.0.0.1119
good writing, I like it, thanks.