My Pen Poem by Sudipta Bhattacharyya

My Pen



Today my pen halts;
Every failure devours me,
Those monsters frighten
My pen at night...
Snatch away with their
Bloody hands my heap of papers.
Wastage exists on Earth
For years & years;
My pen become a part
Of that wastage in graves.
I cry out in vein amidst
Innumerable paws & claws.

Awaiting a Millennium
When I will dare to ply
My pen to create a beautiful land
For the masses to live in.

Wednesday, May 27, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: hope
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Sudipta Bhattacharyya

Sudipta Bhattacharyya

Berhampore, Murshidabad, west Bengal
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