I lost my pen

I lost my pen. I searched for it in all the places, I couldn’t find it. I guess I lost my pen. Can I write anything any more? Ah! I can just buy another a better one, But wait, I lost my pen. How does it matter? Will I die? No. Then whats the problem? Can’t I write anymore? No. Is it going to stop me from writing anything? No. You know what I lost my pen. Which is absolutely fine! Really!? 

I wrote great poems with it, poems that projected my thoughts actions, my plans and my existence. I lost my pen. Have I lost all those thoughts? Deeds? Plans? Have I lost my existence? No I just lost my pen, big deal! Everyone loses a pen, so did I. 

But what am I without my pen? Speechless, inexpressive, mute. I know where to find it but I will not search there, because I am happy sulking that I lost my pen. 

Pen = ?