MY WEAPON

My pen is the ruler of my destiny,

Manufactured from the area of spinney,

Its body is filled with full of emotions,

Inking glossaries is his greatest devotion,

It always bleeds his passion in form of stanzas,

Blotting alphabets always brings the marvellous bonanzas,

Scribbling is sparkle hidden in foetus of intelligence,

Flowing our imagination in ocean of excellence,

Pen the masters of sensation and slave of feelings,

By its communication with words pen starts stealing,

Though I'm lost in this forgery universe,

My pen makes my life song to sing as a verse,

The one and only living soul of my heart,

Which always cheer me up and never ever hurt.