My Friend, My Secret Holder Poem by Shakila Naz

While my feelings
Sinking in agony,
My innocent thoughts
Bearing the torment...

My little friends
Come forward,
To soothe my restless soul.

My pen, my friend,
And paper, my secret holder,
They make me pour
All my pains,
In the ocean of writing...

And I feel a deep relief,
And affection for them,
But I sigh...oh my friends
Sacrifice them for my sake...

My pen gives it's blood
And my paper
Sacrifices purity...

I never ever can pay for it.
I'll be your true admirer,
Throughout my life...
Oh my friend, my secret holder...