The story of my pen!
That night of shivering fight,
Pierced the sky an icing light,
Behidn the hill of idiotic plight,
The flame of knowledge, he came to ignite;
Amidst the swirling scenario of gloom,
Thundering, glittering he came.
The arena blighted out of light,
Moon and the stars disappeared in shame.
My spirit wrecked my sleep;
Through the window I had to peep,
Radiating with blooming sun;
Towards the mountain I had to run.
He had come, he had come on the mountain,
Resembling the lightining, he gave me this pen;
Better friend than thousand men!
23 JAN 2000