Story of a Missing Pen

STORY OF A MISSING PEN It is a period of long back when, I start seeing life with an environment of care behind unfill demands Of time with a nature of shelter to grow, Like an egg started journey of fly with the sacrifice, Of to achieve mountains in sky. like a bait in front of time. Story begins now voices of smile like flyes had been separated Like cream from a milk, Started living like lazy drink one day phone rang massages Is all about the party of emotions Fall in with a minerals of poisons behind A truth to know a death certificate with me but without a pen. With love all jagdish bajantri