Once I pick it, it flows on its own Most of the times, it’s when I am alone! From the busiest to the loneliest hours I call it as the Superpower Claim exists with it one can conquer the world It’s indeed at each and every place, even at Parliament yet before the flag is unfurled Enables me to jot the best and the worst Never lets me feel disturbed For others it might just be a normal tool to write But for me it’s something damn bright Its brightness…helps me to grab whatever I want In any shape and font! Believed to be mightier than the sword Helps us to explore the unexplored Do you refer it as a path of positivity? If not…don’t you have instability?? Once written with it, I never forget If not…I am filled with regret The thin tip Demands to write on each slip No matter the background is white or not Yet it never lets the power of the words to lost With it I write, For it I write! It speaks so politely How is it so lively!? For if it would crawl… Would it ever get stuck with a ball? It has so much of strength For the other’s verbal revert, going wrong and wrong…even crosses the twelfth Question is why it has a cap? Maybe because otherwise it would have fought hard and so many for good could have taken a nap! Beauty lies in the eyes of beholder! Nah…beauty lies in the eyes of pen holder You don’t have any value without it For your existence, it permits Technology has replaced it a lot It still claims the immortal best slot. How unique is its structure…slim and cylindrical How smoothly do the words drizzle!! Love it…value it…respect it Else for the world, you won’t be a fit…