Pen....Destiny

He walked fast down the lane,
His heart pounding,
He felt people around could hear it,
he walked faster, holding the pounding.

He had his favorite pen,
shining in his pocket.
He got it from his father,
when he was in school.

But now he was going to loose it.
He did not feel sad though.
He was using it for a cause
He thought..

He walked fast, till he reached a crowded place.
He looked around the place,
When no one was looking he dropped the pen,
and escaped briskly to office.

Now he was relaxed.
The work was done.
The pen utilized in effectively he thought.
He had gained more not by writing with the pen

Then someone knocked.
Oh! it was the delivery man.
"Sir, parcel for you", he said.
To sign receipt he gave a pen.

Lo and behold!
It was the same pen.
He got a shock.
And he saw the clock.

Next moment, every thing was destryoed.
The office, he, the delivery man.
All burnt to ashes
And the office turned to a ruin

Oh! dear.
His pen formed ... his destiny.
But not by writing,
His cause destroyed him.