A Simple Pen

Dear poetry, 

You scared my pen yesterday,


 You were very intimidating,


The poor thing was frighten by use of complex language 


by his literate counterparts, 


In the morning he cursed me for my profession,


To which I replied son," Your friends can win millions of 


 accolades in closed doors,


 but you can win millions by your side by being yourself.


 Simplicity should not be considered as attribute of less privleged, 


 but sacred weapons of revolutionaries! "