It's funny how voices fade and
Pen declares history
Im not doing poetry but personify with my pen

It's funny this pen inks the most profound things and yet millions of writers dwell barren

I'm Lost by modern affairs and uncertainties unfolding by
And that Gave no room and moon for me to perform with my pen

I'm not doing poetry but Lost in puny, fumbling for words
Disappointed with my lost love with pen and ink
I stand up with my pen and ink
To remark and lament my voice
Through mortal immoral humans and memoir immortal cycles of time

To remark and lament my voice across
like million others whose prayer, petition and performance is with this pen

It's funny, how this pen, unleashes the birds in my mind and pain my heart

And this pen critical in renaissance and Russian Revolution
And yet puny to many offshoots like me
© Karthik