Intellect

You might have possessed so many things The stars, the sun, the moon, the whole universe But if you have not possessed me You possess nothing! You are a blunt, a dullard dull The beggar of the street. You might be proud of so many things which One can't have today but tomorrow can And all these things dwindle when you distribute But I am the exception and the opposite The maximum use of anything is a poison But I become the nectar if you use the maximum You might have written on so many things from hell to heaven You might have composed so many poems from complex to simple But if you have not on me, you have written or composed nothing! you are neither a poet nor a writer. you have not achieved anything either! You might have believed on so many things But if you have not believed me You have believed nothing As I am the unbelievable to believe The strength, the power If you hone me I cut, cut very sharply I create, create very absolutely I can give the desires the wings I can make fly the colorful dreams.. So hone me, hone me! hone me! You might have sung so many songs But If you have not sung the song of me You are not a singer You are a deaf! You are a dumb! So sing intellect! intellect! intellect! Sing intellect! intellect! intellect! The creator of every human creations The inventor of every inventions The real power, the real beauty The real achievement of human history.