What a Fate !

Someone beckoned me one day

It was my Pen

I looked at it for a sec

Failing to recognize it

It has been so long that I had used it

After the mouse entered my life

It is just clicks and tabs I had seriously forgotten

The thrill of pages getting filled with words

Of the Ink romancing the Pen

I tried writing…

But my fingers failed to lend me support

Making my handwriting look distorted and alien

Nostalgia seeped in…

I had adored the pen so much

The first day I got it

And now it seemed to be asking me

Was I worth only this?

I looked at it and smiled sadly

Sad at the thought of its fate

Yet happy at the thought of some joyful memories-

Memories of the time

When the pen was my best friend

Through whom I would pour my heart out

In any paper that I would find

At least I have these memories

For who knows?

The future generation

May just not know what a pen is!!!