The pen can give us so much when we allow it to do its job, and that is to pen. The pen is a voice for our deepest feelings, it frames our thoughts for others to view. It becomes the door of freedom for what was imprisoned inside us. It helps us hide our secrets among flowery words while feeling release for making them known. The pen becomes our trusted guard over those secrets. This is beautiful Meena,
Very tender very nicely constructed. There is an optical illusion in it because when you are the source and the house of salvation( for your family most definitely, for your friends and partially even fo the poetry in this site) you could hardly observe it yourself unless searched for the blue lines in the mirrors.
By the way reads very smoothly , what form was it, you did not mention that??