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The pen which can sleep for a year

The pen decided to sleep
at least for a year
and except for once
when it woke up for a cry
the pen enjoyed
a painless time.

Let the gift of freedom
even not to write
anything at all
be fully enjoyed
(even) by the pen
unless it feels otherwise.


Who has no pen

I am very happy that I have a pen to write
one that immensely helps me to bring out
my feelings rooted so deep inside my soul
I am so lucky that I have a pen to extract
my pains that would otherwise be souring
fine tissues of my heart that loves to love
every heart dear, every heart far and near.

I feel sorry for them who don’t have a pen.
once I didn’t have one so I know very well
how hard it is to carry pain and sufferings
how disgustingly sad, tiresome it is to bear
the burden of tears that falls against wish.
I feel to share my pen with them for them
who have only pains but no pen to extract.