Ever since the world began
I found them both a tireless warriors
Fighting against each other
Every day and every night
The pen is cruel always desire to hit the paper
And the paper is like a foolish warrior
Always loves to be hurt by the sharpest pen
Not only once, but again and again
But after all their battle is over
The paper remains declared a winner
Preserved and loved by all the readers
The pen got lost and can't remembered
So this a sad truth of every writer
Battling like pen but can not win
To stay forever and preserved by readers
Is not the writer but the book that matter
which are all just made of a warrior paper
©lineshaker
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