A Corrupt Pen
written by: Bitupan Das
@bitupon.das
Words, words, words.
Everywhere words,
Slapping on my cheeks,
Punching on my face,
Kicking my body,
To a tormented race.
I’m fighting with words,
Not to build a house of glass
But to build a home of love.
He is not the master.
So don’t be slave.
Words, words, words.
Everywhere words.
Words can be corrupted
To ruin the civilisation.
Save, save, save.
Don’t be a prisoner of words.
Break, break, break
The prison
And open your eyes and see
It’s an artificial man-made machine,
To build an exhaustive language.
Words, words, words.
Everywhere words.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
A Corrupt Pen is More Corrupt,
Than a Corrupt Officer.
So, try to be less corrupt.
Hi, I'm Bitupan Das, born and brought up in a small city Jorhat, India. Mechanical Engineer by profession, Art lover by heart. And sometimes, I like to do everything. I write poems, stories, play cricket, entrepreneur, introvert. Above all I just like do thinking and thinking. So, deep thinker and dreamer. And I want to change the world with my ideas.
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