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Pen
On the table, a glass & a bottle of ink
I watched softly the lights on the bluish
pen,
it seems it's calling me & I wished to ran
on it
the pen smiling or the smiling pen
wish I could write the right one
with a black ink & a white piece of paper
my first love letter!
I sat on the chair
picked up the pen
put the nib in the bottle of ink;
am I writing my first love letter
or my suicidal letter?
After spending almost a decade
in this apartment
it feels happy & happy
with my glass table, my ink &
my bluish pen along with a black ink.
My wife asks me at times
are you happy?
I smile at her & place my soft spoken
robot instead -
he says - I am the mind & I repeat,
we all are happy in this happiest home.
Our son drops in to say 'hi'
the busiest mind in this small but beautiful home.
My pen smiles at me & whispers
- today is the aniversary of your first
love letter!
© debashishbhattacharya
I watched softly the lights on the bluish
pen,
it seems it's calling me & I wished to ran
on it
the pen smiling or the smiling pen
wish I could write the right one
with a black ink & a white piece of paper
my first love letter!
I sat on the chair
picked up the pen
put the nib in the bottle of ink;
am I writing my first love letter
or my suicidal letter?
After spending almost a decade
in this apartment
it feels happy & happy
with my glass table, my ink &
my bluish pen along with a black ink.
My wife asks me at times
are you happy?
I smile at her & place my soft spoken
robot instead -
he says - I am the mind & I repeat,
we all are happy in this happiest home.
Our son drops in to say 'hi'
the busiest mind in this small but beautiful home.
My pen smiles at me & whispers
- today is the aniversary of your first
love letter!
© debashishbhattacharya
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