She receives me, every now and then
Though a poet unnamed
With this pen,a poet is proclaimed
The only one who could speak my mind
For with you, there is nothing to hide
You have been my better tongue
That do not want me to die unsung
You are my strength, pen
You are my voice, pen
The fountain of my creativity
The pillar of my poetic ability
My pen, mightier than sword
Deepest interest explored
My pen, so victorious
Makes me so glorious
My pen, my greatest instrument
Without you, I 'd have been impotent
My pen, my voice
My pen, my strength
indeed the pen is a writes best ally.Nice
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DeleteWaoh! Ðis is a brilliant piece Ma'am! U̶̲̥̅̊ make ♍ξ realise d great impact of ♍Ɣ pen... U̶̲̥̅̊ make ♍ξ feel like writing ðis very instant! Ðis is an unusual megrim! I'm a poet too, and I wud like to know U̶̲̥̅̊! *PeaceOUT*
ReplyDeleteThanks and good to know you write too.
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ReplyDeleteGood rhythm poem...but u only wrote about my pen, not yours! *winks*
ReplyDeleteBeing a while you wrote last...hope all is well?