You used to write on papers,
walls, and benches
Is it enough?
As you see the transparent ink,
Everyday it's getting lesser.
Compared to a man,
Are you fulfilled enough?
Have you reached your goals?
Do you have plans to establish
your life?
As the pen, it writes and is useful
When it's out of ink,
Do you think it will write?
Of course not, should be thrown
away like a trash.
And so are you
Are you worthy as pen?
When life ends and you're not
fulfilled,
(Do you have the regrets?)
Remember! You can not bring
back those times
And start it over again.
Early as now, you should be
useful as pen
To write your life as
you want to draw it
And have the will to conquer trials
And have a peaceful, fulfilled
and merry life...
