Conversation with my Pen I was searching for my pen one evening,when I found her resting quietlybetween the pages of my diary. She seemed shy as I held her,so I asked with a curious smile:“Tell me, what is the differencebetween you and me?” She looked at me,smiled faintly,and whispered: **“I am a small pen—yet with
Introducing the Beautiful Poetry of Vijay Verma (Editor Francisco Bravo Cabrera)
