My Weapon
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I have my weapon
In the form of pen
That makes me to drive
With ideas to survive
I write
To ignite
Idle wishes
To have perfect finish
It is life line
To feel divine
As words flow
With internal glow
Not all may know
Or prefer to go
Yet that may inspire
For idle to retire
Make way for others
If you can not usher
In good era with prosperity
That is the only call for humanity
Time may prove
And show it as true
In words and in action
When you see their reflection
It costs nothing
If good will is for something
Let poor feel the sympathy
As it is wish from Almighty
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