Pen

Pen short poem

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Sometimes I would think
what life be without ink
how to express the sorrow
or how to say there is a better tomorrow
how will we say worry not I am there
or do not give up I am here
So friends take a pen
and get out of the lazy den
write and write till you feel light
till you feel you might
start to spread the light
write about a festival
write about an empty tunnel
show your emotions
with the word commotion
rest all is presentation
write till you die
dream to fly
you might not know
till you look into the eye
to a new world of
romance and puff
you go to the golf
then you are off to the battle ground
and there might be a music in background

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My name is Ambuja Parameshwary ,I am a in home science ,human development as major in BMN college of home science in Matunga, Mumbai
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Saurin Desai
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every writer can relate to this

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