The Pride of the Pen
Inanimate as I am
With my blood I irrigate Leaves
And leave indellible
Traces of time and brains
Under the breath of literary colours
Breathless though I am
To abstracts, I give soul
I have trod horror paths
I have witnessed the ugly boast of crime
In heights and in depths
I have seen the reality of fiction
And the strength of imagination, I have felt
Entreat me and trail the trace of my life-blood
And let me in black and white enlighten you
Let me in bold print, thrill you
Of romance - the fondliest
Of chest - the deadliest
Of whisper, of truth, of love, of nothingness
But something the pen-man told me!
To be bold, firm, yet tactful
Although, he it is that compels me
To provocations and incitements
Although he, never I, that is acquitted
Of libel, of sedition, of insurrection
As he is the revered and the vaunted
Hence, of the laws I give soul to
I am immune to, because
Inanimate I am
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