Some know how to fight,
Some know how to write,
Prior see their end soon,
But, latter live forever,
Have they pride on strength,
In front of pen, they are atrocious,
They do have a fremd voice,
Everyone is scared of it, but,
Don't they posses the emotional words,
Make that, our eyes,
A sea, yes a deep sea.
They do exclaim “we have swords, bullets, what you have? ”,
“I have more than that”, I reply,
Become they green eyed monsters on it,
Want to know what i posses,
So do I reply with a smile, “Pen, I have and shoot i precious words! ”.
“Don't you know Hitler?” they yell,
While laughing like a wild ghost, show only teeth like a snake's bare fangs ,
So i reply, firmly “Haven't you heard about Iqbal? Don't you know Agha Shahid?”
Their blush faces, so are visible from a distance,
At last, they kneel,
“Pen is most powerful weapon,” murmur they all.