The Pen

Within the writer's hand,
She lays very calm,
Writing down things with no delay,
She remains busy all day.

Going through the journey of books daily,
She works steadily,
Her body doesn't get tired easily,
Her ink flows profusely.

Steadily, steadily she works,
She writes down alot
She continually does her job non-stop,
She gives her brother Mr book an extra-beauty.

Such an invention of art to behold!!
With her, amazing stories unfold,
Her love for creativity
Has given birth to
a world of possibility.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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