True to
The saying
"The pen is mightier
Than the sword"
To your enemies
Deep-cutting and
Mask-divesting
Were every of
Your acerbic satire, also
Bitter-truth packed word.
"To ignore
His pen we ill afford
Nor could we
Fight him back
Word for word.
So covertly
Let us
Strike him down
With a sword
About his whereabouts
Effacing a word! " they said
Forgetting
As a writer you
Are worth your weight
In gold,
Whose books strangely
In large numbers sold
Though some of them,
To gut down,
They did try to hoard.
For want of
A photocopy machine
Many were happy
To distribute
A hand-written copy.
Deep when you think,
Your pen when you pick
With it loud to speak,
Your subjects jump
Out of their skin
Scared of a basilisk!
Your pen
On your characters' neck
A pain
Was haunting their brain!
Yes your pen
Was their bane!
Dust to dust
You and also your enemies
With their sword
Had hopped on
Death's bandwagon
Yet your pen
Surfing back
The tide of time
Resurfaces again.
Very impressive writing, Alem! You have an excellent handle on English, your imagery is very visual and enticing. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you Roseann.You have got the gist and the style.