The Ink

You have thousands of words in many books, 

Your prints are in many copies,

Which people want to see again, 

You have millions of things to say, 

And we want to hear you everyday,

You are in everyone's hand in the form of pen,

Patiently write everything flawless, 

You are with us for every single word,

Till we refill you again,

You are that precious thing which marks the history,

Your existence has given many discoveries,

And you keep on giving interesting things,

And we will keep on marking the right things.