inas essa

Its Own Story - Poem by inas essa

After many years of holding
It became so anxious and fed up;
Always to be ordered,
Directed by my thoughts and feelings,
And about its dream,
Found nothing, but ignoring.
My dear pen decided
Not to be such a slave again;
Yesterday I saw it standing
By all its strength
With no word to complain,
Putting my glasses on,
Sniffed some coffee
And started writing
Its own story.

Comments about Its Own Story by inas essa

  • Inas Essa Inas Essa (10/14/2013 2:46:00 PM)

    Thanks for your comment. Best of luck. (Report) Reply

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  • Tribhawan Kaul Tribhawan Kaul (10/14/2013 2:25:00 PM)

    Very nicely written poem. A pen in the hands of a poet can not be quite for a long time. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 13, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, October 25, 2013

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