My Pen Is On Paper Poem by Bhargabi Dei Mahakul

Here a soul sings and says, 'I am ready to write, I am waiting to write and my pen is on paper. I am sitting by keeping my hand on gripper. Although I am waiting to write but I am thinking for a while that really time is only clever here. Like time in cleverness I am also planning to write oh God, Kindly soon you do favour me. I am waiting to write but do not know about the purpose for what I shall write? Even I do not know the way how to stand against ignorance and fight. Still I am thinking about the way that how can I light up and site cheer in life? Whatever may trouble come always I shall walk in right path. In circle of row days after days pass away. In such passing of days in every cloudy day I watch rainbow in East direction. This alert shows and colours I see with smile. In watching, high power strength comes but the rain bow's colouring intensity is low. Let me be a pen oh God and your boon will be ink in this. Let me ever sink and write only in devotion. Everything in this universe stays in a link. Starting from stars and sky up to lake and ground let me observe this link and let me think about. Oh dear creator, nobody in this universe can create like you. You take back the old world and build heaven newly. While this knowledge dwells I wait to write. Oh God I am ever ready to write about you and spell every word related to you and your creation. Now I am ready and waiting to write but my paper is flying in wind. But I have caught it at right time and fixed in a clipper. Although a piece of paper is cheaper still it values high and more. Line of pen adds more and more in this paper and increases the value. Now my pen is on the paper and I am ready to write.' This poem is based on such theme and written in India on a special occasion. This is dedicated to the people of the world.