The Pen Is In My Hand Poem by Sk. Nurul Huda
The Pen Is In My Hand
Will you take a poem?
Will you give a poem?
Are you ready to read a poem?
Will you recite a poem?
Did you think of a pleasure
Giving poem?
Take it, this one is my poem.
Are you hopeless?
What? Is not it a poem at all?
No, it is a lovely poem I say.
Now the pen is in my hand
And you are a prey to it,
It is your luck bad or good
That you have here to read mine.
I wonder! !
What a potential poet I am! ! !
The pen you hold is just giving a visible thoughts..there are two inks, visible one just trace the main ink, invisible ink from your mind, heart and feeling so eyes can read to story tell to their own mind...your hand however decide if it should meet up two inks or not :) i think that is interesting to see as different person has different view and story...so if you write, we will have different flavor to have too :)
thank you very much....what a deep thought you made.....you have seen it very fertile way...external and internal......yes ones hand has to decide whether it would write or not and what it would write.. thanks.
a beautiful poem with unique idea....simple words are translated into something else....i love your poem for your striking concepts.....this is no exception...keep your pen always in your blessed hand....thanking you.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/27/2024 7:10:41 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Now the pen is in my hand well done all pens are held in hands you to so do and create a symphony of sorts poet
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