Ode To My Pen
When penning any poems,
My pen bows down...
On any papers on love,
Mysterious earth, or nature.
When composing a love poem,
My heart is so striving
And my blood is singing,
And my pen is dancing.
When scribbling a nature poem,
I think nature is Heaven,
Nature is harmony and
It's what we see and hear.
When writing a poem on the earth,
I think the earth is a melody,
God is all soul and with us,
The earth is closing on us.
© 2019 Mohammad Erfun Amin
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