It was some decades ago
Writing a letter with a pen and ink,
Maybe to our relatives,
Made the relationship strong,
It was the pen and ink,
Writing or scribblings,
On a piece of paper or a wall,
Made us smile and happy.
It was the pen and ink,
Writing or scribbling,
Maybe on a piece of paper or a wall,
Was like an art.
It was the pen and ink,
Writing or scribbling,
Maybe an examination,
It was the pen and ink,
Writing or signing a document,
Maybe in regard with wealth or money,
But it was now a days,
The value of writing is nothing,
Maybe due to the modern keyboards,
It was pen and ink,
Needle and thread,
Who had join together like a spouces,
To be a part of human life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Verily, a lovely write describing the importance of pen and ink in previous years