If only there was a pencil inside every gun...

A foe turned friend..seriously?

the gun mocked the broken pencil

as it lay amidst the splattered blood

"this is to stop you write, you get it?

and you are talking about friendship

you should be asking for forgiveness"

The pencil asked, with an angry tone,

"hmm, so tell me, If I stop there are

numerous like me, how do you stop that"

this time the gun did laugh,

"Fear, ofcourse what else, simple

What I have done, will be a reminder

and you will not write what I don't like"

The pencil smiled for the first time

"But that's a very small area of influence

don't you think? just the thinkers

who wanted to use me, that's small"

The gun looked surprised, thinking

"But fear rules all and everybody"

The pencil shook its head, smiling

"What I influence is  mindsets,

I create new thinkers every time I write

who agree and disagree with what I do

I influence people to think, to grow

Fear is temporary, it wears off soon"

The gun looked discomfited, 

"but then how do I prove you wrong?

I do not agree with what you wrote."

"very Simple, become friends with me

and write, let people hear what you say

and then simply let them decide"

"But" the gun shouted, "its my religion"

"its about my feelings, you hurt me"

"of course it is and hence prove me wrong

find a voice for your anger and write it

create new thinkers who debate it with me"

"But that won't make you stop, then"

the gun asked, and the pencil replied

"No it won't but it will let people decide

it will make them think about you, your point

and how I am wrong, use me and write"

"That's why I said, let's be friends,

You can't rule with fear, and anger

but you can always rule hearts with me"

And finally the foe turned friends 

as the blood of hatred dissolved in Ink!

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.