My Pen Poem by TADASHA TRIPATHY
My Pen
Pen; my best friend
Pen; my weakness
But It should be the strength
Which rarely happens.
Pen is a loaded weapon
Pen is a beautiful rose
Moving left to right
And right to left
Below my nose
A half made dream
And a half appeared leaf
Which may be created
Or may be broken.
Pens available in market
Beautiful pens
Colourful pens
But hard to create
Revolutionary pens
Which rarely happens.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 11:19:46 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Pen is a loaded weapon. But hard to create revolutionary pens. Beautiful poem. May God Bless you with a powerful pen. Loved reading it. A good write.