And I asked for the pen
To the guy sitting next
So that I can scribble
in one page some text.
And as I hold the pen
I grinned so wide
For I was holding a fountain-pen
in ink blue bright.
It brought back nostalgia
of school days glories
And I discussed with this guy
of pens and old memories.
And as I returned back.
To my old blogger home
I realized some loves
never grow old.
Like my love and surprise on seeing someone using fountain pen.
To the guy sitting next
So that I can scribble
in one page some text.
And as I hold the pen
I grinned so wide
For I was holding a fountain-pen
in ink blue bright.
It brought back nostalgia
of school days glories
And I discussed with this guy
of pens and old memories.
And as I returned back.
To my old blogger home
I realized some loves
never grow old.
Like my love and surprise on seeing someone using fountain pen.
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