Pen: Past and Present

The pen that I use

To write stunning words

Suddenly falls

And dies in a moment.

Unwritten words are forever gone.

Bubbles of memories,

Scribbles of feelings

Are no longer part of an old story;

So I replace it with a new one—

Something that will stay

And never leave,

Knows how to keep a promise.

We’ll be together

Like Adam and Eve,

Appreciate the world

In every hue.

My heart is delighted with my new pen

As a mother sees her newly-born child.

My mind celebrates her arrival

That no words can express its joy.

When somebody leaves,

A better one surely comes.

Letting go is the beginning of an end,

But letting in is the start that will never end.

With her,

I will write again.

With her,

I will love again.