Oct 5, 2009

Pen

The only ammunition i have,

one that makes me fully armed,
fragile yet stronger than the strongest,
delivering the zest to conquer any tempest...

the ultimate weapon that always had been,
and the one that will always be...
is the greatest exemplar of a beautiful mind,
exploring the arts and creativities still undefined.

I praise, I wholeheartedly admire,
the gift that i consider the most precious...
one that promises to ever be my Savior.

The greatest sword that I carry,
is just a PEN, yet so splendid.

5 comments:

Beyond said...

Splendid poem.
The old adage was "Pen is mightier than sword.", the new one is given by you.

Abhilasha said...

thanks so much Rajat...
the compliment is far too better than the post.

Prem Mohan said...

Pen protects the heart, mind and soul!

piyush said...

vary nice .....

Anonymous said...

wow..i see a spark of genius .. a poet waiting to be unleashed upon this mediocre world.

bravo!!! keep going!!

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