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.

Comments

Arun said…
Who do u mean by 'My bro'?
September 11, 2009 at 10:06 PM
Durga Nandan said…
Pen is mightier than sword. :)
September 12, 2009 at 10:36 AM
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
September 17, 2009 at 3:32 PM
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
September 17, 2009 at 5:30 PM
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