My Pen And Me Poem by Sumann Dutta

Crossing the border of unknown
Me and my pen two lone being
In each others company but alone.

Figuring out what to write and let others know-
Is something as scary as it can get
But anyway I lay myself bare for the show.

The words are thrown away;
The letters are cut and burnt.
Making a mockery out of the display.

I cry out to save my pen
But they hurl it away.
They are merciless noble men.

The criticism that flow free
Make wounds that time won’t heal.
They ostracise my pen and me.