Baskadia

LOVE THE PEN

__O. B. KWASI

Lost!,
have to serve the mind right.

Preserved place of luxury,
puts knowledge to pen.

Inked paper piercing minds, desire.
Ever longed for script of reds.

Inking gets heart warm.
In a dinner bulb duplicating self to paper.

Yes, yes!, every deserved surface.
Never draining ink to unknown paper.

Until pen traps spirit out,
there comes a world without paper.

So selfish!, 
pen on paper keeps joy.

Found love inking,
pen's dearest.