Sep 8, 2009

Pencil

Scratching ahead,
I write and write.
Forging away,
wills and works.

Sharpened, broken,
flaunted, fought.
My bro is praised
mightier than sword.

Helping around,
I lessen and die.
Lead by lead
and finally dead.

4 comments:

Arun said...

Who do u mean by 'My bro'?

Durga Nandan said...

Pen is mightier than sword. :)

Surya said...

Pranam!

Madam, I red lot of your great works today and the statement regarding the Gangothri-from where your poems originate:'emotions flow.....is poetry....'

Genuine!

I admire your works and the eyes behind the works.....

Its pleasure inviting you to my blog;issness.blogspot.com,krishnaaaham@gmail.com

Durga Nandan said...

@ Surya : Thanks for visiting my blog and I am happy you liked the poems in here.. :)
Thanks a lot for that uninhibited praise.:) I am humbled..

Durga Nandan