Movement poetry
I am a pen. A fountain ink pen. Something so insignificant that you don’t waste even one minute of your life thinking about me. But here I am, telling you my story. The pen that has been used to write different tales of so many people has finally got a chance to inscribe his own. I remember the day I came into existence. It was quite a long time ago.
Pen international
Autobiography of pen in poema y
- Autobiography of pen in hindi
| Pen international | An autobiography of pen |
| Autobiography of pen in poema y | Movement poetry |