My Pen



  My Pen


 And when my pen finds expression
Her speed is like one with obsession
Yet not I but the ink that flows in my pen

The papers hunger for a ginger of my finger
Oh what fun it is when it linger longer than expected
Well what a fate
That plague my pen with a sure mate with no hate

And when my pen finds direction
Her action in motion is like one who was bestowed with a baton
Even Usain Bolt will wonder at the speed of my pen


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Poem is by Olabusola Olorunnowo

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