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!
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