The Pen Is Replaced By Someone

When I touch the pen

It laughed hilariously at me

I shocked

I checked into myself

Is anything wrong in me

I checked repeatedly myself

But I identified nothing

I'm asking the pen

Why you laughed at me?

It again laughed meaninglessly

Ha ha ha..........

Looks at me crazily

I lost control on me

I shouted the pen

And asked

Why?

Why you laughed at me?

It answered with a smile

"Poor man

Without me

You're not becoming a writer"

It laughs

It's smiling face

Carving my heart

It's a shameful moment

So I'm thinking about it

Now my turn

I laughed aloud and told the pen as

"You dumped into the dustbin

You already replaced by someone

The running beauty"

He he he he........

You're not aware of it

Go and check

The sleeping bitty

I answered it sharply

The pen walks away from my path

With a broken heart