The Promise of a Pencil

By Synrang Baskhem Nongrum

The Promise of a Pencil 
                                                                                   
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Amongst, the purest form of thought,
A friendly tool is being sought;
Whilst life seems so big to fulfill:
Who knows the promise of a pencil?
And, so the days are out-weighted,
A friendly bond starts separate;
A replica of tiny hands:
A promise that is hard to find.

And as for me I never thought,
The promise that could never bought;
A little child who knew nothing:
A promise sealed since we begin.
Oh sweetest hour of remembrance,
A paradigm of elegance;
With just a promise made so kind:
You surprise all the greatest minds.

How wonderful your promise is!
None would have thought, what such a bliss!
A crooked sketch of A,B,C
Is now revealed in this poetry.
Well it is not how far I go,
Nor many dreams I tend to know;
When life needs something to fulfill:
It’s the promise of a pencil.