I Love My Pen.... - Poem by Ravi Sathasivam
I love my pen.....
My pen is my best friend
Cause, he is the only one that knows about me well
I am holding on to him from my childhood
He plays with me by words and art works
My pen is my library where my knowledge has grown
He always listen to me and draw beauty lines on paper
He is always there for me through thick and thin
He feel sad he cannot speak to me
But his words are mesmerizing me.
Sometimes he is wired and makes me crazy too
Most of the time my thoughts are occupied with my work
He helps me out with his importance and creative.
Sometimes he plays like greatest of soft instrument
At the same time, when he disturbed he becomes like mightiest weapon
Anyone who wants to attack me, I use my pen as shield as a worrier.
My pen is a great person to live with.
I love my pen.
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
Copyright @ 2012 Ravi Sathasivam
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