INK PEN
Rema Prasanna
Ink Pens are almost vanished
on a slender line up
however I got one,
an elegant produce of a distinct range
a precious one father gave me
as a gift, years ago
much before his departure
from a world he loved to live
his life, an art arcade of
diverse relic remnants
a choice brain worked on
art of all forms
in a way, I am fortunate to receive
the most sought after
a fountain pen in blue and gold blend
along with pen, a bottle of
chelpark blue black ink, a choice of mine,
from a father who loved words and his daughter.
in a place of refilled genre
and trend of stimulus brands
a place for ink pen I find
to dip in ink and write till I subsist
Writing in ink remains an act of utmost elegance, and the Chelpark blue-black ink brought back souvenirs of utmost poignance. The poem with it's notion of transmission is also very moving.
I wish if everyboby on earth used ink pens... then half of the world's plastic garbage would have been away!
to 'a father who loved words and his daughter', you as a daughter are now paying splendid tributes through your gold blended pen and blue black poems...as a father i am able to sense the feelings hidden in between the lines, rema! *10*
that's extremely touching...a relic that means more than any normal pen could...great tribute Rema 10/10
There's something so special, so sensuous almost, about writing with a proper ink pen. Long may it gove you that special pleasure, the frisson of giving birth to letters that dry on the page as you produce them....
a very touching piece. i hope you'll always keep that pen. great write.
The more this poem is praised the lesser it will be since the sentiments attached with this valuable poetic verse are priceless and lasting it has become as you have placed it in words which are never ending in their presence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like that line of 'His life, an art arcade of diverse relic remnants'