One fine morning br I woke up from a deep slumber br I could not remember br How long I had been sleeping br Suddenly I felt something was missing br I searched all over on spec br And removed the soft pillow br I found my specs bellow br A soft pain was slowly waking and mounting br I had lost my pen br br In my house there were cup boards of pride br When my beautiful wife entered as bride br There were shelf load of patience br Comfort and ignorance br I used to keep my pen near my heart br And confiscated it on the wedding night br br I asked her about my lost pen br She murmured in kitchen br I was hopeless and could not keep the things in place br And how her time was wasted br br I went out to the street br Near the dustbin br I found the boy br Whom I had never met br As thousand cars passed by br No one noticed his search for pinch of life in that garbage glut br I asked the boy br Did he find my pen? br His eyes were vacant when he realized his existence br br I talked to the river of lost love and emotions br The whirlpool and current showed the road to a dead sea br I embraced my head br Placed my feet on concrete road br br I forgot my pen ….