I just found a pen
The use no longer a need.
A mystery
What it locks or reopens
It becomes just a token.
A pen without a cap
Alone discarded in a box.
Sometimes its lying in a drawer
With other things ignored.
I can't throw it away because
One dropp of ink may make a million think
Its need I may discover.
A pen and paper together
Is like finding a lost lover.
Mahfooz Ali
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