Silent night,
I am weary,
I want to sleep peacefully,
But my dearest pen pleads me
To write with it,
Being annoyed,
I refuse it immediately,
After some time,
I fall deep asleep,
Then my beloved pen comes in my sweet dream,
This time I accept it gleefully,
Soon my favourite pen smiles and gently says,
'Finally I have won.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Power of pen. Fantastic poem. It won't leave the poet.5****