The Pencil

The little pencil red Pointed wearing eraser on head Pressed between little fingers of kid I did, you did, and we all did Red, green, yellow n blue Leaves us without clue To choose in form, shape n design The pencil makes impressions fine Prominent marks on studious hands Of kids on ambitious lands Yearning with sweet voice For some colorful pencil in choice The tip of the pencil Tests sharpeners skill As the childs will For pages to fill Artists, architects, engineers n all Had the pencil again to fall back upon The rough work again n again to erase Before compiling creations deserving praise The pencil mortal like men Momentary life unlike pen Yet meaningful in depth Not just an academic breath The pencil designed n striped With doings that can be wiped Scribbles, daubs, all humans clumsy art Channeled through the pencils heart Ankur