Lost Pen Poem by Tirupathi Chandrupatla

Lost Pen



I lost my pen
The pen I loved
No other pen
Gives me the feel
The feel of the pen
That I've lost.

I've an idea
Floating inside
There's a deep
Urge to write
But pen in hand
Does not move.

The pen I had
Turned intimate
When I try to write
I think of the pen
Thought of the pen
Freezes all thoughts.

What I've lost
Must be somewhere
Lying idle or
Active in hands
I wish you well
Let me start afresh.

Hope someday
I'll find you back
I can't hold
My thoughts any more
I hold your friend
To write my words.

Wednesday, March 2, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: pen
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Valsa George 02 March 2016

With use, we grow intimate to certain things! Though they may not be very expensive, they become indispensable! I can relate to your feelings. This is exactly how I felt when I once lost a pen that I used for a long time!

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Savita Tyagi 02 March 2016

Our bonds with simple things make us intimate with everyday life around us. It is expressed here in such a simple words yet have power to influence deeply. Than you for sharing.

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