A Fountain Pen. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

A fountain pen, beautiful pen
The most precious ink pen was it
Not on brand name or quality terms
But it was a gift that I remember
Forever, as a fondly gift of a friend.

The first use of pen was a happy event
Being proud to write in white paper
With a writing pen, the ink pen
The gentleman's gift for my admission
The day of commencement in High school.

I showed the gift to all of my friends
Its quality, color, they appreciated
It was a happy event in my life that day
The beginner's day the usage of a pen
An innocent mind's expression of happiness.

Slowly and steadily I wrote my notes
Enjoyed the curves of letters, flowing ink
The nib, cap, and body shapes
Beautiful it felt in such a pleasantry.

The first pen and the first letters
Wrote in note book was so happy to enjoy
The inspiration, motivation I got there
From the good man of love to a student.