The Mighty Pen

By Parvati Uppala

A mighty pen once gloriously proved

For words of hatred, it can’t be moved

It speaks the voice of hope and love

Its sole purpose, blessed from above

When I forced ink to flow with fury on page

It resisted and whispered bounds to engage

I screamed at it, demanding it obey me

Nib spoke in verse, muzzling my violent spree

I tried to scribble vicious rumors

But it rebelled, replaced with humors

I coerced it to poison a noble name

It morphed fake words to lasting fame 

A threat was transformed into a confession

A curse was altered to a prayer’s expression

Regardless of my cruel intentions

It bent them all to kind reflections

It foiled my scheme and pernicious motive

Shaped content I developed into thing positive

It has a will of its own that can’t be broken

If ink has to spill, only truth will be written

I surrendered myself once I perceived its role

That I have to obey, since it guides my soul

From then, I wrote of lanterns to bless

Shaping my lines for hearts in distress

By Parvati Uppala