“Can a broken pen fight?”, asked my son.
“Can it kill a man if it’s swung?”
“Can it fuel wars or can it forge peace?”
“Can it seal fate or erase one with ease?”
So many questions coming alive
Many more there still thrived.
“Will the pen still win if it’s broken and dry?”
“Cornered with a feather how can i fight?”
“I will drown in the blood of my thoughts.”
“This time surely the pen has lost!”
I will tell what i said
“The strength is not in the pen which writes
But in the hand of the one behind.
The edge is not in the shape
but in what it takes
for the man to stand
and still fight with a broken lance.”