The magic pen of my dreams
Is as soft as cream
It can walk
It can talk
It can draw all sorts of things
It can write all sorts of language
I can only see it
I can only hear it
It is as white as a jasmine
And bold as a tree
It can do magic tricks
Or sometimes build a wall
Of bricks
It only exists in my dreams
But it is always soft as cream
Where are you my sweet friend?
One day I will surely find you!
THIS POEM WAS SUBMITTED BY YADHU KRISHNA MENON, GRADE 'V' INDIAN SCHOOL SOHAR, AND PUBLISHED IN THURSDAY MAGAZINE, TIMES OF OMAN IN THE ISSUE DATED FEBRUARY 18-24,2010.
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