Pen..... Poem by Bidyarnab Das

Ink flows from a slender tip,
Crafting tales with every dip.
On parchment white or canvas bare,
The pen weaves dreams with utmost care.

With strokes of grace, it dances free,
Ink upon the page, a symphony.
Words emerge, like birds in flight,
Guided by the pen's gentle might.

From Shakespeare's quill to modern hand,
The pen's legacy forever spans.
A tool of poets, thinkers, and scribes,
In its ink, the soul often confides.

In every line, a story told,
In every curve, a secret bold.
A vessel of thoughts, both bright and dark,
The pen, a spark that ignites the heart.

So let it glide across the page,
A companion through each age.
For in its ink, worlds come alive,
The pen, a poet's greatest drive.