I, and my pen

From the dreary stone age
netting into the present,
the sucking sermon,
in the lap of serenity composing the verse of life
I, and my pen.
Have you ever heard the morning rhythm, the days, dance,
the evening gesture and the night’s hugging moments?
If yes,
you are sucking,
the pleasures and pain alike,
and pen is the friend of that creative hour
in silence,
travelling...
a blushing gypsy.

© right now, Sarojini Pattayat