Pen Without Ink Poem by Pushp Sirohi

A Pen without ink

I see a squirrel in sin
when lost the peanut in bin
Monkey jumped for support
But unable to find in stack a pin
I see all this find myself kin

i see all this and really wanna write
And find the pen without Ink.

All disappear in one blink
Then God also think
Why people wear fur of mink
And becoming more and more fink.
for making all colour as like pink
If man continues depleting nature
One day surely human sink

i see all this and really wanna write
And find the pen without Ink.