Quill

The computer era, indeed, has marred you and the pen, A romantic feeling, when I think of you, fills my mind; Will those Calligraphic times, the writers loved, come again? Wherein, a feeling of hand-to-heart touch, the poets could find...! Feathers in red, green, blue, black, white, brown, yellow, and maroon, Or like the rainbow multicolored single quill well used; Your existence before devising of pen was a boon, In you was the enchantment of vivid bird species fused...! A satisfying dip... lo, your magnetic-pulled words flow, Like a fountain, forming floras and faunas of annals; As you curve and wind like the music outgrows your tempo, Words and thoughts fill, spill, and thrill like irrigation channels...! You have turned a decorative piece owing timely change, Your gifts, yet, to humanity have been beyond all range...!!!