An ordinary pencil that we all have held, at least once,
in between our fingers, could give us a teaching of
a lifetime on how to be a human, if only we give it a chance.
Firstly, it teaches us that we can fabricate-
greatness, masterpieces. We can give shape
to ideas that come to our head.
But, we must never forget, that
we all have a guiding hand. To show us
the way, to remove obstacles. To conspire
with the Universe to create miracles.
Secondly, as we embark on our journey
we may get tired, exhausted or lose our shine.
But that’s absolutely fine. For we must sharpen our
self, time and again. Put our endurance to test.
Equally go through happiness, pain and sorrow,
To be a better version of us, tomorrow.
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Thirdly, it teaches us humility.
Value our worth. Accept that
we are not always right and may make mistakes.
Allow our wrong doings to get erased.
For our misfortunes, bad experience- never feel sorry.
For we are capable of writing a better story.
Fourthly, that we have different shells.
Black, brown, white or red.
But we all are same, if the clothes and skin- we shed.
Have the same blood, flesh and bones.
So no use working on how we look on the outside,
if inside we have no love, kindness and compassion.
Lastly, no matter how small or big we dream.
How important or unimportant we are.
How significant or insignificant we feel.
We all will leave a mark- with our thoughts, actions and deeds.
Keeping that in mind, we should sow what we want to reap.
(This poem is inspired by ‘The story of a pencil’ by Paulo Coelho, as appears in the book Like the Flowing River.)