THE AURA OF PEN

Calenders do not adorn the walls, no more hanging,

Calculators are not found in the drawers any more, missing,

Radios have been silenced forever, aren't found singing,

Bells in the schools do not swing merrily on the celling,

Wrists have forgotten to wear watches, hastily ticking,

Walls clocks seem to be on the verge of extinction, retiring,

They all point towards the culprit, grinning and teasing,

Smart phone who's replaced

them to bring about a new beginning,

But there's someone sitting aside, gracefully smiling,

As it's existence is old yet as good as gold, most appealing,

The one who has clutched the heart of logophiles, crazy about writing,

Its the pen, the void of which no substitute will ever be filling,

The joy of staining pages over pages ,overwriting and cancelling,

Making umpteen corrections, checking multiple times before finalising,

And then looking back at those crushed pages with endless inking,

Soothes the writer's heart, rendering him a sense of ecstasy, a proud feeling.