Poem

Poem

“Pen of the men”

Awe ! Pen speak as a tongue…

Songs of voiceless more it sung…

Commiserate to criticism eats up the ink..

Wings through words flies from jinx…

Under shade of the law, it wither and dry..

How could it stroke our resent and cry…

River of wisdom under its nib…

The waves of despair begin to ebb…

Every drip poke a story to get it told…

Map of a truth , the hard to unfold…

Crises and cries, pens walk to cover..

To melt fury and hate every minute and hour…

The cry of a dove too loud to hear..

Let pen breathe out of torment and fear…

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