Let's begin a small prose ,
Especially is not about stars or rose .

About one of my sweetest friend ,
Hangs in between my fingers , that's my pen.

It creates beautiful curvy lines,
Excellency in writing , words that shine .

My pen , my friend and sometimes my foe,
Records my happiness and sometimes woe.

Sometimes a passage an article or story,
It helps me to write poems of love and glory .

Even when I compose elegy and ode ,
My pen acts the mightiest sword .

It tells me to fill the blank pages,
With memories,reminiscences,all in phrases.

The enlightenment of pen , fewer knows ,
Desire of mind through pen I have composed.

Pages of the diaries through it I have stored,
When I am lonely and when I am bored .

I pick the pen, take all my feelings out ,
Because I choose to neither cry nor shout.

I write and express what's inside ,
The hardest emotions that I try to hide .

My pen is truly an instrument of expression,
It is my pride and my first impression .





© pReeTi 😎😉