Lost Pen Poem by Tirupathi Chandrupatla

Lost Pen



I lost my pen
The pen I loved
No other pen
Gives me the feel
The feel of the pen
That I've lost.

I've an idea
Floating inside
There's a deep
Urge to write
But pen in hand
Does not move.

The pen I had
Turned intimate
When I try to write
I think of the pen
Thought of the pen
Freezes all thoughts.

What I've lost
Must be somewhere
Lying idle or
Active in hands
I wish you well
Let me start afresh.

Hope someday
I'll find you back
I can't hold
My thoughts any more
I hold your friend
To write my words.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Valsa George 02 March 2016

With use, we grow intimate to certain things! Though they may not be very expensive, they become indispensable! I can relate to your feelings. This is exactly how I felt when I once lost a pen that I used for a long time!

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Savita Tyagi 02 March 2016

Our bonds with simple things make us intimate with everyday life around us. It is expressed here in such a simple words yet have power to influence deeply. Than you for sharing.

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