Palas Kumar Ray
Who Has No Pen - Poem by Palas Kumar Ray
I am very happy that I have a pen to write
one which immensely helps me to bring out
my feelings rooted so deep inside my soul.
I am so lucky that I have a pen to extract
my pains which would otherwise be souring
fine tissues of my heart that loves to love
every heart dear, every heart far and near.
I feel sorry for them who do not have a pen.
Once I did not have any so I know very well
how hard it is to carry pain and sufferings
How disgustingly sad, tiresome it is to bear
the burden of tears that falls against wish.
I feel to share my pen with them who have
pains and sorrows but no pen to extract.
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