Swords To Keyboards Poem by Avik Datta Gupta

Swords were a weapon of past
Till ink dipped nibs made it outcast
It's power was valiant its courage wouldnt drain
Till the ASCII codes came to life and reign
It had written great feelings and literature
Were now designed for silly signature
We lost it more than we refilled
Ink was once a tablet now it is skilled
Jets or dots in a matrix field
Musings have changed with our nature's wit
Integrating our thoughts bit by bit
Feelings dried up with its digital tears
How our writings changed through the years
Our fingers went blunt with our precise thoughts
As the pen dreamt of the million swords it fought
As I write these lines the pen rests in peace
Scribblers have now saved a million trees
The earth is green once again
The ozone layer has no more pain
The grass was green on our keyboards
The screen told stories of pens and swords
The moment of truth has been changed again
The keyboard is mightier than the bleeding pen