Truant Pen

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Today when I sat to write
Long I thought and gave my pen a bite
No scratch on paper
Nor a word oozed
As if ink froze up or mind
And words groped in the mist
Before they could get on the threshold
The fog thickened
like mariners’ ship
Words suffered the horror of dark
But lucky were they;
An albatross came to their rescue
Who will anchor my words
To the shore of mind
An imprint does it yearn
My pen plays truant.
ยฉjeyforyou

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  1. the fluidity of your pen should not stop. It’s just that we all enjoy in our lives.

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  2. Nitish Kumar says:

    “Words suffered the horror of dark “wah ๐Ÿ˜‡ what a deep thinking ๐Ÿค sir. ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿ‘Œ

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  3. Nitish Kumar says:

    Why Albatross is alive here ๐Ÿ˜‚?He is being murdered even after helping protagonist or poet๐Ÿ˜€

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