Tale Of My Pen - Poem by Kirti Sharma
I sit to pen down my thoughts,
the cries, while smile, of my soul.
The sorrow it carries inside,
All the pains and regrets and the hard times.
Suddenly, my pen stops working..
had lived a full life,
coming to its end,
now it says good bye.
The same tale tells my mind,
finish this thought and move on,
and I close my book,
thinking that everything is over,
its time for me to sleep forever.
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