What all my pen cannot
In ghazal all my thoughts I pen cannot,
In plain palpable words explain cannot.
I loathe many a thing in this woke world,
All I dislike, detest, disdain cannot.
Yes, oft if not always I show feelings
But spell cannot, pretend or feign cannot.
I can call spade a spade, even shovel,
When it comes to pen, call it sane cannot.
It’s too late to change the man born long ere,
What God has given not regain cannot.
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Ghazal | 19.08.2025 | poem, pen, poet
Note: Let me add here: and whatever I well can, the poetry site let me cannot.
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