This poem looks at the deep bond between a writer and their pen, focusing on the challenges of aging and the fight to stay creative despite difficulties.

It reflects the sense of being held back by life’s duties and the desire to express oneself despite the limits of age and situation.

In the end, the poem shares a message of hope and resilience, highlighting the lasting strength of the human spirit to overcome obstacles and find beauty amid struggles.

Me and My Pen

Today, my pen and I had a quarrel,
Its silence deepened my heart’s peril.
The ink has dried, My spirit weeps,
Words lie dormant, while memory sleeps.

My trembling hands, no longer free,
Struggle to capture what yearns to be.
Age has stolen youth’s steady grace,
Leaving a void, an empty space.

The weight of duty bends my will,
Dreams, once soaring, now lie still.
Hope flickers faint, a dwindling flame,
While joy feels distant, lost to pain.

Yet, I will rise, fight my inner war,
Refusing to bow, no matter how far.
To those who see me as colorless and worn,
I feel, my life is a canvas, newly born.

With every stroke of my weary hand,
I’ll fill my days with a vibrant strand.
My pen will dance, my heart will sing,
And in my world, rainbows shall spring.

(Vijay Verma)

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