Do not blame my pen for existing…
Do not blame my pen for writing what my lips fail to say…
Do not blame me,
if my pen asks questions about your existence. ..
Why you were created and where you are heading?
Do not blame me,
If my pen tells a sad story..
Do not blame me,
if my pen doesn’t recognise empathy no more…
Do not blame me if my pen makes you doubt the news around you..
Do not blame me,
If my pen ignites the fire deep down inside your heart..
Do not blame me,
when I use my pen on where it hurts the most…
Do not blame me,
if my pen causes you to scream out of agony ….
Do not blame me,
If my pen makes you cry
Because of guilt.
Do not blame me,
if pen to paper lights more fire than matches ever will…
In other words,
It is but a pen; one day it’s ink will run out and it will come to a complete halt…
But for now, stop blaming me..
As I was taught that my pen is mightier than a sword…