Once it used to write songs
And shade beautiful pictures
Now It has lost it's color and ink
The pen which used to write for you
The ink which you forgot to fill
No more it will be the same
Coz it has rusted and hardened
Everything has a life but sometimes our minds are blocked for new thoughts, again something gives an idea and new thoughts start coming.
The usefulness of a thing will cease its.valuable purpose if it is not well taken cared of and nurtured. A very perceptive write well crafted.10++++
In this transient world nothing is permanent. You dear Rini, taking this theme nicely have composed a brilliant poem. I like the way of presentation. Beautiful poem.10
Abandonment makes the pen hard and rusty.It even makes hearts cold and barren.Superb poem once again!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a very great and a very creative poem.