Not for any crafting

Not to write a fiction under a niche

Not even to become prominent and rich 

I took pen only for peace

Tide, accept my pitch

I will use this pen for all anomalies

I will only sing for love valleys, I promise  

We wrote enough with this device

But serenity is yet to rise

So many stories and parables

have been made with this inky blade

But where is our peace shed?

For this calm card, rough waves hold table talks  

Others hold parade during the daylight

But where is our true light?

Forgive me, my dear moonlight

For this life avenue I couldn’t make any revenue

As you know, at the seaside I’ve a sole ride

My business is breeze

Not to make any profit through these breaths  

I took pen only for peace

-Somoy Shafi