A pen they say , is mightier than a sword,
While a sword kills but one in a sweep,
Thousands doth move , a single word!
A sword in its scabbard , you may keep,
But words through echelons doth seep ,
As even a cataleptic; move his eyes from left to right and,
From up to down ; as write swiftly does his aide.
The ignominy of his sullen day,
Or just the gaiety when the nurse comes his way.
-------R.Ajay