Poems on
Elements

Pen

a poem by Runa Pradhan

Short height, slim body
With a segment like two ends;
Hind end is less steeped
Fore end shines as lens.

Running is his working
But actually he isn’t run
Always he is everyone’s with
And everywhere too known.

Writing stops without that
Writer’s that’s a precious one
He can change the unrest world
That’s our almighty Pen.