Only if words were a pen, I would have drawn,
Illustrations of man and world chirping at morn.
I would have painted morning, dusk
With thick mouth of my pen forming husk.
The incense of my words would have flowed like ink,
And buried in the pen, I shall sink.
Sink in words and emotions.
Mapping out series of distorted distortions.
I would have written books about my pains
I would show the world what my eyes had seen
I would have advised the dead not to go on the journey
I would have implied the survivors to wait for their turn without getting a single injury
Only if words were a pen.
If only words were a pen,
I would have scribbled out my pains to men,
In a silently loud moan.
With the plain sheet to have shown.
If words were pen
I would have bled through my pen
And write stories about my adventures
For the coming generations to read
I would have told them nothing is permanent
All these will have been awesomely great
If only Words were a pen
With a connected cord of words,
My pen shall fume with perfection of gods.
Striping secrets naked,
In the naked eyes of humans, naked!!
I would have been a great artist.
Drawing out meaning clouded by the gleaming mist.
But what am I to do?
When a bird like me is being caged
Nothing to do than to keep chipping in words
To keep burying my thought, my voice had been dodged
I can only speak in words and not with my pen.
Can a voice be taken from my pen?
Not even when I’m locked down in the den.
My pen shall free my words,
My words shall break the cords.
I will bloom wherever I’m planted
If only words were a pen, they say
Still my words will echo and make a thousand journey.
My words will work through the obstacles
And glow like the shining crystal 💠
To mend, melt and beautify the hearts of the vulnerable.
If my words were to be a pen,
I would have trickled down Golden inks in the world of men.
With a stylish colour blue,
To paint the colour of this my dream blue.
Jotted texts go afar,
Words are slow, sometimes go behind the bar.
My inks won’t be concealed,
Unless I’ve nothing, and I’m confused.
I’m now a wanderer all in the name of I’m a loner
I’m a loner for I’m kinda in a shackles
Caged and dwelled in the sea of magnet
I wonder what I would have become
If words were to be a pen
Like a speaker, my pen will speak for the world.
And my ink will cleanse the literary world.
But only if it really were,
The bonds of taciturnity will mar.
My pen will serve as a mirror,
Mirroring mind in terror.
With satirical effect bouncing back on the society.
My pen will do this leaving my mouth on taciturnity.
And my pen will produce a golden ink
Ink that will wail and sail through the sea
And the journey of the thousand years will be cut short
My memories will comprise of my stories
That the coming generations will learn from
If words were a pen
Things would have been done in a great way
And great nations would have been planted
Written by Adijat and Saheed