The Pen
Ooze out of me oh rivers of words,
The pen is indeed mightier than a thousand swords
Pour out of me oh heavy drums of wisdom,
For my heart is the lucrative orifice which treasure glitters from
Gush out of me oh waterfalls of emotion,
Intricately interwoven into mind-blowing stories of every nation
Have no boundaries oh precious poetry that I write,
With no regard for colour yellow, brown, black or white
Take every mind captive in your labyrinth of artistic fusion,
Enchant them, enthral them, intrigue them as if by an illusion
Let the mind’s eye envision every wildest dream,
Make it hot, make it cold, make it fair, make it grim
Let every golden word say a million things to somebody,
Ignite the spark-plug of memorable memories in the hearts of everybody
Make them laugh, make them cry, make them weep and make them mourn,
Leave a permanent mark in their hearts like a razor sharp thorn
Tell a story so sweet, they’ll melt like inflamed chocolate,
Whisk them off with heroic tales, which they’ll invariably imitate
Be the bedrock of my strength, the diadem of victory,
Let the story of my words be the mural of my crowning glory
Let my poetry spread like fame and fortune,
And explosively impact every life at every time opportune
When my pen marries paper, let a paradigm shift of words occur,
Revolutionizing history let the resounding victory recur
Ooze out of me oh rivers of words,
The pen is mighty, mightier than all known swords