The ink simply refused to flow,
When I picked up
My favourite Hero,
A Chinese make.
Black body with a golden cap
That faded with time
Yet reminding stood
The many exams battled –
And conquered smoothly;
The speed maintained
By my fingers holding gently
The thing of past now.
With no ink around
Water came to its rescue;
The nib reacted with a jerk or two –
Splashed a few drops
When pressed on to the paper;
A little scratch, then light and bright
“Life” it entered with a clear “if”.
The mighty hero a fighter till date
Refused to let go its valour
My pen, my companion.
