The Very Pen
I want to hold my pen
So much that my heart ache
To let it all out of the leather skin bag
But fear wouldn't allow me
All I had was a glimmer of hope
The very pen that defines who I am
In which I have my living
But fear kept me back
I felt queasy about the situation
like the world will crumble soon
I felt suffocated with the stuffiness of life
So much that I sought solace in my pen
My companion
I wished to hold it again and again
So I could tell the world how much of its business is unfair
The very pen with which I communicate with the world
That reminds me that I can either make or mar the world with it
I long so much to get a grasp of it again
Yet I feel the tremble and shiver down my spine
I lost touch with my pen for just few days
Yet, it felt like forever
Like I'm lost in the world
I just couldn't let go
Of my companion
As important as a Microphone is to a broadcaster
So is my pen to me
I'm proud to be a writer over and over
Dear poet, Very good poem.my best wishes for your future success in the literary world. our tamil poet Abdul rahman refers that pen is his sixth finger. this poem recollects that the memory of that poem.
I appreciate your compliment, wishes and opinion. Sure, the pen is like a sixth finger to poets as Abdul rahman stated
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Adepoju. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
Thanks for your constant support. I'll read it.