Seasons have passed and I wrote many things. <br />I’ve expressed and narrated my stories. <br />I never wasted my papers and ink. <br />Looking at my pages, you can prove it. <br /> <br />Now as I was trying to write something <br />The pen that that I’m using broke suddenly <br />Tears and words could not explain the moment <br />Now I shout, “Be restored my broken pen”. <br /> <br />O my pen, why have you done this to me? <br />Please let me write again wonderful things. <br />My hands became so confused when you broke. <br />I’m like an artist with nothing to stroke. <br /> <br />The ink and the next pages are ready. <br />Be revived and don’t keep me on waiting. <br />There are many things that should be written. <br />There are things the world should know and possess. <br /> <br />Be repaired and be the way you should be. <br />Fulfill your purpose and your destiny. <br />Now I cry, “Be restored my broken pen”. <br />With the ink, give the papers good contents. <br /> <br />www.poemhunter.com/obed-dela-cruz <br />www.princeobed.multiply.com <br />http: //poetfreak.com/poet/ObedDelaCruz <br />www.obed-dela-cruz.blogspot.com <br /> <br />Copyright © 2010 by Obed Dela Cruz <br /> <br />(January 30,2010; Marikina City) <br /> <br />(The ownership of the poem belongs to Obed Dela Cruz. To use it in a proper manner, please email him at princeobed_dc@yahoo.com)<br /><br />Obed dela Cruz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/be-restored-my-broken-pen/
