Short Autobiography of a Pen
I am a Fountain Pen and today I am writing my Autobiography.
I was born at a pen factory a few years ago. My outer body is golden in colour . I was displayed at a pen shop; so I could watch all the people passing by. Several people also had a glance to have a look at me.
In the meantime, I was purchased by a famous writer from the market and I am still staying with him. I am the favorite pen of the writer.
The writer finds pleasure in writing with me. I am also very glad and proud of it. I do my best to help him finish his task on time. He uses me to write many poems, stories and essays. There are then taken to the press for printing and they are published in the form of a book. The writer gets so much money and fame as I help him to write with. His thoughts and ideas are expressed in words and then recorded through me. This is how I try to spread human knowledge from one generation to another.
I am very fond of my master. He always take care that my beautiful body do not get scratched.
Thus, Culture and literature of human civilization are so much dependent on us. We have great power to changer the human mind and heart. It, therefore, very rightly said, “The pen is mightier than the sword.”