Me and my pen

Today, I fought with my pen,

When my pen laughed on me,

I shocked,

I saw to myself.

what's wrong in me?

I checked myself again and again.

but I identified nothing.

I saw to pen.

and asked to him.

why are you laughing on me?.

It didn't reply.

but still laughed.

I lost my control, and shouted on it.. why are you laughing on me?

it said with smile.

ha ha ha.

Poor man.

You are nothing.

Without me.

Now its my turn.

I laughed loudly.

and told.

You can be replaced by someone.

You are nothing without your ink.

But my emotion is mine.

Comes from my Heart.

Beauty of my poem.

threw it into the dust bin.

And replace it to another pen.