My favourite pen!
With blue cover and blue ink.
It is so favourite,
As gifted by my father.
It was during my childhood.
The pen is closest to me,
Which draws my joy and sorrow.
I keep the pen so safely and carefully still now.
It is so favourite for me,
That makes to memorize my childhood days.
Oneday the pen is stolen,
That takes away all memorable event.
My eyes are dropping,
Someone takes it through the window.
On that day forgetting to close the window,
When going out of the room.
But when evening comes,
The pen is kept near the door along with a paper,
It is written on the paper,
" Even I use it, it will never be mine, Sorry -Sir"
The person when opens the pen,
His mind talks about something like sympathetic words
And to return it to the owner.
After getting the blue pen,
The man drowned in thoughtfull and memorable event,
And with great heart and mind,
Thanks to that person stolen the pen.
©piyali das
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