I wield my pen wishing to shower delight!
Alas! I know not,reason-but only agony beget!
My pen sharper than a sword
To cut the hearts of none but my own...

While I wield my pen..I wish to be sharper,happier & warmer..
Lo! it turned always to be Sadder!

I knelt be'fore the caged beasts& birds..
& Offered 'em none but a smile:
A human like expression
Is that I found in "em!
as I proceeded....

Oh! Gave blood & sweat to
Thee O' Men!
& You Fret & Fume at me in return?

While feelings in beasts
Can we Ken,
Where are those in Men?
Beasts & Birds 're thy Friends
Then why for get we fiend?