Pen And Pun Of It Poem by Rites Ghosh

...and they declared

something different this time-

all these days they

doubted, jarked, shrieked,

wondered, raised brows...

now they spelled,

patient died-

final and full stop!


his pen fell motionless,

atrophied beneath

th' starry heaven of thought-


this good old table-

pen lies,

some stainless flowers

at void's feet-


his rhyme ends

in decay's full stop:

some thoughts tho' left young,

tho' some pink ribboned art

not penned upon th'

table of this brooding life...


where his pen is less,

love's the least-

in penless strife,

in jungles of blank

omnipresent is that dead patient

who was his last thought...