The Glorious Pen Poem by ramesh rai

I was about five
at Muri
my father brought
a pen of 35 paise
from calcutta

i loved that pen too much
very nice, Pilot
costlier during those days

one day a beggar
in guise of a sage came
and begged for my pen

I gave it to him
now I understand
He was the Lord
took my pen and gave his
in lieu of mine
The glorious pen
to state his Estate

With that pen
no one can snatch it
I compose his magnificent glory
the glory exist in each particle of nature.