A Simple Pen
A Simple Pen
Ever since my first childhood days
When I just learnt to shape letters,
When I learnt to frame simple words
And to grasp the law of numbers
A simple pen has been my friend
And my acquaintance for ever.
During my early student days
My simple pen remained my mate
To take part in numerous tests,
That surely sealed my future fate
And for still higher school studies
Fortunately opened the gate.
All along higher study years
T he simple pen was my comrade,
For ever present by my side,
Never destined to shrink or fade,
But quite prompt to inscribe its mark
And keen to reach the upper grade.
Despite widespread use of laptops,
In the office my simple pen
Remains my closest associate
And, indeed, my handiest friend
To convey to subordinates
Agreements on their proposals
And strategies to formulate
For pressing constraints to abate.
At home alongside my keyboard
Sits my simple pen, quite ready
T o catch some emotions on board,
Gushing from the depth of the heart,
Or the ponderings of the mind
And store them securely apart
That I may, without ado, find
In case of need of any kind.
My simple pen has been perceived
Not to gush out ireful venoms,
But to register and conceive
Divine hymns and uphold virtues
Of love, peace, justice and liberty
And extol the rightful values
Of honesty and integrity,
Of gratitude and deference,
Of humbleness and modesty.
I t has been devised to express
Emotions gathered in tranquility,
Thoughts and reflections collected
In the depth of serenity
And convey utterings of the soul
With the aim of ushering peace
To the mind and spirit as a whole
And imparting a sense of bliss.
My simple pen does not pretend
To be mightier than the sword
Or the rifle of a warrior,
But it may scribble gentle words
That may outlive a scary soldier`s
Savage acts on the battlefield
And may inspire human souls
A just and peaceful world to build.
As a close friend, my simple pen
For ever keeps me company,
Whether amidst the common men
Or amidst mighty business lords,
Whether in the country or abroad
And I pray the Almighty Lord
That it will still rest by my side
Until the last breath I can afford.
Written on 7 April 2023 for:
A Brian Strand Premiere No. 1206 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Copyright © Krishnanand Guptar | Year Posted 2023
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