Arfa Kalera

Veteran Poet - 1,660 Points (June 23rd,2001 / Sargodha, Pakistan)

My Blue Pen - Poem by Arfa 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.

Topic(s) of this poem: pen

Comments about My Blue Pen by Arfa Kalera

  • Edward Kofi Louis (12/23/2015 7:21:00 AM)

    The ink from the writer is more pwoerful than anything! Nice work. (Report) Reply

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