For The Pen I Pick

For the pen I pick And with the sound of click, I scribble on a parchment new For my blade is new and blood is blue  I flood my parchment to blue  The words are words for a bloody fool  For me they are life and rule  To create a world and be a fate Is all pain and rain To be the father of thousands  To bear the labour pain To be cruel like fate  And bind them till their date To think of their character  To know their truth and lie  To hold a feast or bring the beast  Or get good one die To write their is need of pen, a page and my mind   A strong story needs a strong faith  A thought of new kind A page a pen and madness  Silence and patience is kindness  To get in task and fill the page  With your emotions in them.                                            ऋshikesh