The Pen - Poem by Shujaat Hussain
What is a pen?
Difficult for the poets to define.
Like flowers spreads fragrance,
A bouquet to charm the mind
A bullet to pierce the heart
Light to overcome darkness,
Heavenly spark to enlighten the ignorant.
The only resource is ink,
Irrespective of colours.
Use alphabet to make words,
A sentence, a paragraph
To mould the minds.
To express the minds and the hearts,
To yield a shape to the fair feelings
And the sublime thoughts.
The latest and most sophisticated,
Laser guided and supersonic weapons
A source of annihilation,
But the feeble and ordinary pen
Effects to spread knowledge and learning
Into this world of turmoil and tribulations.
The pen represents the written form,
The creation and the events
The countless generations from the beginning to the end.
Have a mystic expression of the knowledge.
What the sun plays the role
Above the head in the sky,
The pen on the earth
Affects the life of men.
Let us imagine the wonderful use,
The degree of the importance,
The art of writing,
The source of knowledge.
What would have been
The state of the affairs
Of the human life on the earth today
In the absence of the pen.
We could not have recognize our God
And even to ourselves.
How do you praise your beloved?
The scientists could not have define their theory
To make a history
And to earn glory.
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