A vessel of ink, a silent scribe,
It etches thoughts across the page,
From dreams that soar to fears that chide,
Unveiling wisdom, love, and rage.

In trembling hands, it finds its voice,
Crafting tales both grand and small,
Through it, hearts and minds rejoice,
A humble tool that speaks for all.

The pen, a friend in solitude,
Whispering secrets, hopes, and dreams,
Through nights of quiet interlude,
It captures life’s elusive themes.

So hold it close, this simple quill,
For in its ink, the world unfurls,
With every stroke, a heart you thrill,
A pen, the keeper of our pearls.