Arfa Iman Kalera
My Blue Pen - Poem by Arfa Iman Kalera
Once I had with me a blue new pen,
It's nib was like a beak of the hen.
I bought it from the Ben's shop,
It was the pleasure I had to crop.
I went back and filled it with ink,
I wrote, My notebook began to blink.
I showed my work to my teacher,
She asked to write more like a preacher.
I always wrote and wrote with it,
Then it began to wear out a little bit,
Once after my work, I put it on the bed,
I sat on it mistakenly, found it dead.
It was my sword that broke, it is true,
It shed blood but only black or blue.
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