Pen You Rock
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…