ramesh rai

Gold Star - 27,484 Points (13.12.1955 / howrah)

The Glorious Pen - Poem by ramesh rai

I was about five
at Muri
my father brought
a pen of 35 paise
from calcutta

i loved that pen too much
very nice, Pilot
costlier during those days

one day a beggar
in guise of a sage came
and begged for my pen

I gave it to him
now I understand
He was the Lord
took my pen and gave his
in lieu of mine
The glorious pen
to state his Estate

With that pen
no one can snatch it
I compose his magnificent glory
the glory exist in each particle of nature.

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  • Anita SharmaAnita Sharma (11/18/2015 11:09:00 AM)

    i loved that pen too much
    very nice, Pilot
    costlier during those days, , , yes sir when was young couldn't afford one always dreamed of that..lovely writing
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  • William Jackson (3/16/2012 11:56:00 PM)

    Instructive parable. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 3, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 4, 2011


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