Magical Pen

If I had a magic pen, She would turn Into a pencil and then, And at my command, Be the greatest power I ever had. She would, Draw like Picasso, A scenery, house or me, Phenomenon like no other, Vivid as ever, Unlike any another, Breakable? Never! And a sweet voice The colour of turquoise Along with many birds would speak a thousand words. She would, Write like Shakesphere, Of a timeless land, Unforgettable to all, In which it will be unmanned, I would get lost while time crawled, This land would be a bless Every child would crave for no less. But here I sit, My thoughts drifting bit by bit, Because it was only a myth Just a strange dream, With no real theme!