MY PEN
My pen is a sword which melts its word
So slinky and pranky
And imbibes in me to soar its wisdom
In a yauld pouch, it exists to hunt
In search of knowledge

My pen
What a tweag to follow
A long walk to achieve
Its ink been clothed with greatness
In a way, harshens its existence

My pen
The uniqueness of time
The belieffulness of all
So wiery to grasp
And precious to be forgotten

My pen
A relief for the brain
The shadow of achievement
Which defeats the giant book
And sharpens its content

Written by Nwobegu Lorita