THE SECRET OF MY PEN
Once upon a time, I had a silver pen
With it I wrote many verses in vain
I never thought these poesies would ever
Be engraved in the papyrus of pain.
I would scribble furiously on diaries
I would pour my troubles in the blue ink
I would always read and re-read them
Until my hands were sore and pink.
My vocabulary would be replenished
Penning paragraphs that pricked like a thorn
Oh I wrote sometimes with a fierce fire
When I cursed the day that I was born.
I was born with a dark sallow skin
My family would turn away their faces
My nose was flat, eyes small, and lips thick
My teeth were uneven on braces.
I was small in height like a pygmy
No proper shape, curves or pose
Moreover I was an unlucky girl child
Each one turned away their nose.
I had no right to luxuries or delicacies
I was detested and despised by friends
I was banished to a cold dark dingy room
The intense dislike and hatred had no ends.
Soon I grew up with the loathing
I retreated in a disarray and shame
But my pen was a sword in disguise
Which carried on its nib my name.
The fiery words that I penned down
Soon found it's way to the print
I wrote under a pen name whom nobody knew
Nobody had any clue or hint.
Her name was popular within friends
My family compared me to her.
I then forgave everyone for their sins
Its divine to forget who did err.
@ Dr. Sujata Chatterjee