Writing so profound, <br />Everywhere easily found, <br />Never difference village and town, <br />Presence all over and around, <br />Ask, child of town, <br />How does he feel writing in golden pen? <br />And villages, who don’t have pen, <br />None to share pain around, <br /> <br />Writing comes and enters, <br />Where ever as thought, <br />Just a pin point (pen) , <br />Can depict the hidden notes, <br />Sometime ‘it’ changes fate, <br />Sometime appears as distinguish color, <br />Justify any quote in many forms, <br /> <br />Like rainbow, writing appears as, strange <br />Seven unique colors of the sky, <br />Sometime dignify our personality, <br />Sometime redefine our self, <br />It is medicine, <br />And become addiction to everyone <br />Not scary, but haunt as exam, <br />It is nightmare, <br />Almost comes in daily sleep, <br /> <br />It is angel, blesses to achieve, <br />It is present, <br />It is past, <br />And future <br />Being present, tool to correlate, <br />Mode to exchange idea, <br />Even after advancement, writing is as it is, <br />Our existence, is fake without past, <br />Future have unlimited needs, <br />Innovation has pleasure to read, <br />Thus, it is reliable, <br />Nothing is readable, unless written……..<br /><br />Abhishek Anand<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/writing-area-of-sharing/
