Other day, I forgot to cap my pen Jotter
as I was carried away by a lovely matter.
Drop by drop, the ink sneakily oozed down
and made my pocket all black and brown.
When I discovered it, my countenance fell
just I was on cloud nine and now I'm in hell.
I realize now that a pen is mighter than brain
as it disquieted me completely even by a stain.
Thanks! my pen, today, you have taught me lot
no doubt, more genius than me is a tiny ink.
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