Tale Of My Pen Poem by Kirti Sharma
Tale Of My Pen
I sit to pen down my thoughts,
the cries, while smile, of my soul.
The sorrow it carries inside,
All the pains and regrets and the hard times.
Suddenly, my pen stops working..
had lived a full life,
coming to its end,
now it says good bye.
The same tale tells my mind,
finish this thought and move on,
and I close my book,
thinking that everything is over,
its time for me to sleep forever.
A tale of life & death interpreted in only 13 lines with a deluge of emotion!
Excellent poem. I love the progression that you employ, it renders itself to a strong narrative quality. I love the analogy behing the dying of the pen to the physical death of the emotional turmiol the speaker finds himself in. I love this extended metaphor. Well Done!
I sit to pen down my thoughts, the cries, while smile, of my soul. The sorrow it carries inside, All the pains and regrets and the hard times. a wonderful poem. tony
The same tale tells my mind, finish this thought and move on, and I close my book, thinking that everything is over, its time for me to sleep forever. Nice poem dear poetess. Would love to read all of them. Thanks for sharing it. A 10 for it.
hallo it is not the time to sleep forever. dont end the poem like that. a fine morning with its golden rays waits for you. hope and joy shall remain in you. that is my wish. thank you. tony
Beautiful poem Kirti. Its not the time to sleep forever. Its the time to sleep only to wake up in morning. Beautiful write. Keep writing. Loved reading it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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It seems your pen speaks well, keep on moving it, I mean writing Ha Ha