Nib Creep – A Casualty - Poem by Kingshuk Chakraborty
While invading a new territory,
It became the reason
For the region’s lost glory.
Once the object of pride,
Now needs a place to hide,
As it knows,
It has written a sad story.
In the pocket of explosion
Hanging its head with shame,
I’ve just seen my favorite pen.
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