May 6, 2020
Pentastic Pen
A playful pen started to run on the tracks of a page,
Dumping wisdom from galaxy of ideas until its final stage,
Rows of craft without any bows of rage,
A fountain of messages for men of thirsty gaze.
Trapped in the shield of pen is the blink of ink,
Waiting on the paper for the words to sink,
Kiss of pen with arms of paper forming an ink-link,
Is that paper quenching its thirst by ink-drink?
Good night stories for kids to sleep,
Inspiring lines for hearts that weep,
From every mind it has something to reap,
Only with pen thoughts are easy to keep.
Opinions of passion, habits of profession, or a process to share,
A language of creativity, an art on paper,
Ideas moved from mind to sheet to remember long after,
Pen in hand with a gait of honor forever a super power.
Marks of knowledge from writer's psychic clicks,
Woven words for fabric of notes,
Rays of light where darkness floats,
Pen makes it all possible when it moves.
Mindful vibes need to be treated well,
Pen a friend to nourish the writing skill,
Dancing to its master's will,
Head to tail, drains the pen little.
Pen's advice, “Write right, truthful sight,
Let the words float to a dreamy height,
Warming up hearts erase every fight,
Bring life on barren lands of paper white."
O pen, you might stop, but your messages show up,
You know with brightened up minds, lives lighten up,
Let your soundless sound, rebound around as you speak up,
Prior to closing your eyes, help me to wake up.