My Pen Knows

bridge

Does my pen know
what it’s writing?
Endless words
packed inside
waiting for paper
to release its blather.
Thank goodness mules don’t talk.

Not even for a half-a-breath
do I know who I am
a shadow walking in circles
has more sense than me.

Writing endlessly
my words become
silent
for after all
a fool in love
has nothing
worth saying.

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3 Responses to My Pen Knows

  1. sahilbhambri says:

    A fool in love may have nothing worth saying, but your soul always knows ,how to pen down your feelings.

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