Saheed:

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.

Adijat:

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.

Saheed:

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.

Adijat

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

Saheed:

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.

Adijat

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.

Saheed:

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.

Adijat

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.

Saheed:

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.

Adijat

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

Saheed:

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.

Adijat

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