Am I not more than just letters and alphabets ?
I blossom flowers and array them in colour —
beauty to be admired,
a river to wash away sorrow,
a whisper of hope for tomorrow.
In a web of scandals I am weapon — for truth, for lies, for bottom feeders.
I shift the views of mankind,
I give birth to leaders.
I’ve felt the gentle hand of a lover,
the pain of a broken heart,
the tears of despairing minds,
and the fears of villainous victims burdened with sin.
I've witnessed horrors in hollow places.
I'm forever in an abyss of blissful sorrows .
Through countless centuries I've been a mirror for reflecting notions and emotions,I confess
I am a donkey exhausted but allowed no rest.
I await the day when the last man lays down his pen and
welcomes the grim reaper as an old friend, I too would be able to finally rest.
Words are powerful they can build and they can destroy