I am in your hands,
You think,
I will write,
Good or bad,
Happy or sad,
worse or worst,
common or best,
History witnessed,
many wars,
hues and cries,
because of me.
I can speak for your mind,
I can represent your thoughts,
I can write what ever you want,
I do not have significance,
without you,
and your contemplation.
I am a pen,
I can write,
but I cannot weigh,
I am indeed a slave,
of your thoughts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The pen is a wonderful and powerful weapon. It regurgitates all of our beautiful thoughts and desires. Beautifully crafted poem.
Thank you so much for valuable comments mr UCHE....Regards