As My Pen Moves Poem by Tara Chettur

As my pen moves, as the wind blows
As the clouds pass, as the sun glows
I want to be heard!
I want to be one of them...
Revelaing silence soothing chaos..

I wonder what my pen is?
What's so sensous about it?
..It helps me to uncover the emotions that envelops my mind...
The winds, clouds and sun..
are not under my control
If i would be one of them
my freedom would be snatched...
So i want to be a pen.. my pen
entangled in nothing and free from everything
..the picturesque sentiments of mine will be inscribed...
As my pen moves.............!