Prativa Dey

Silver Star - 3,195 Points (1/2/1957 / Lindungi, India.)

My Pen Talk With Me - Poem by Prativa Dey

My pen
Why is my pen crying
I don't know how much to write
Joy and how much there is.
Those who give you pain
Do not think it yourself
People like.
Otherwise, throw it on the wire
Life is cum.
Finding joy is joy
Everywhere in this world
Look at all
What a joy there is.
Think about when you lose
He is not yours
Life is moving forward.
It's the end of the walk.
However, why would you cry?
Special in one place

Topic(s) of this poem: thought

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 9, 2019

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