Composed by – Shaheen Akhtar, Guwahati, Assam, India
The pen is the witness to the stories we live.
It is the best secret keeper of every poet.
A poet knows what to hide and what to write
and the pen knows it too.
The pen is history,
which bleeds a million tales of the past.
The pen is a mystery as it unfolds the chapters; untold, unsaid, forgotten, forbidden…
The pen is a revelation.
It seeks to know the unknown, to see the unseen
just as a poet, who seeks the same too.
A poet is born to write and so is his pen.
Their purpose is the same.
The pen is a voice for the voiceless,
a song of the heart and a cry of the soul.
The pen knows the pain
and the pain knows the pen.
The pen is a gift for men
to outlive the generations.
It is mighty, brave, fearless, and unstoppable.
It immortalises your words and your essence.
The pen is timeless as it holds the stories
of mortal living beings, irrespective of time…
Dear pen, I wonder how can you be
this patient, calm and enduring;
carrying in all the generations of men’s sorrows
and of a million death tales in your bosom!
O’ pen! Are your stories, a poem
or is it you; the poem?
