I was about five
at Muri
my father brought
a pen of 35 paise
from calcutta
i loved that pen too much
very nice, Pilot
costlier during those days
one day a beggar
in guise of a sage came
and begged for my pen
I gave it to him
now I understand
He was the Lord
took my pen and gave his
in lieu of mine
The glorious pen
to state his Estate
With that pen
no one can snatch it
I compose his magnificent glory
the glory exist in each particle of nature.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i loved that pen too much very nice, Pilot costlier during those days, , , yes sir when was young couldn't afford one always dreamed of that..lovely writing