My Pen and Wise Men by Vikas Sinha

My pen and I talked

About music, rivers and stars

About fairies, dragons and the czars

About rainbows, Hogwarts and the centaurs

We wandered together in erratic directions

We boarded our craft and travelled through dimensions

We met the princess who kisses the toads

We saw the greens, the yellows, the reds and the woad

We swayed together in bliss and sorrows

We played with dinosaurs, ostriches and sparrows

We flew at night over forbidden empires

We crossed the kingdoms of werewolves and vampires

But, we couldn’t distinguish blacks, browns or whites

We couldn’t decipher the meanings of those fights

We couldn’t comprehend the division of water and oil

The battles over trees and borders turmoil

I am better in my room with my fantasies

I am better off that virtue which brings such vagaries

I am better off friends and I love my pen

Because we talk and have no worries of wise men