My joy knew no bounds,
The day I got to hold you.
You got along so well,
As though, you knew me very well.
.
I enjoyed feeding you and
Staining my hands in the melee.
I guarded you up tight
From eyes that laid on you, their sight.
.
You coloured and styled my words
With your golden wand.
You became my partner
In my smiles and tears.
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You are my prized possession
Which I flaunted with pride.
Hero, Parker, they call you,
My dear fountain pen, I love you.
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Kirti V
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