The ‘Lost’ Pen- Now called ‘Found’

The lost pen
Met a writer with unheard voice
Describing Natures issues
Beautifully he writes

The lost pen
Knew what rank he was
And his life was a total chaos
To it, he was a different class

The lost pen
Enjoyed his writing space
Papers littered everywhere
He seemed not cared

The lost pen
Found the owner of his choice
Feeling the warmth of his fingers
It glides like a gazelle

The lost pen
Turned the writers life
From not heard
To people praising his words

The lost pen
Now is in the right place
Writing about the help nature needs
Satisfied it calls itself ‘Found‘ indeed

©Kritika

Hope you enjoyed this crispy poem about the lost pen who changed the unheard writers status, who writes about natures beauty being jeopardized by humans(extra information). 🙂

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Nothingness to find resilience

Shut the door, please
For sometime I want to cease
Free from the stupid tease

My room, my space
Pause this nonsensical chase

My thoughts, my desires
why is everybody else on fire?

my life, my choice
why can’t I raise my voice?

these self created rules
till when will one choose?

Wrong or right
will not lose the fight
But for the moment,
Nothing is might

A blank mind
is my kind
For sometime
pause the rhyme

Body is weak
Future is bleak
Stop this creak
I am not freak

Not now, Not today
Siting inside my nothingness cave.

©Kritika

Sometimes I do hug Nothing. Hope you liked it. 🙂