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The Pen is mightier than the Sword
&
Love is powerful than the Possession!

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Still in the democratic country,
Were we got freedom 70 years back,
Still fights over RELIGION happen...
Swords clash even now and result in Bloodshed & Life loss...
Why not the great people of all religion,
Come together and take responsibility,
And sign a pact of peace...
If they have people who r willing to
Pay heed to their words then why not
They take a initiative for them and
Bear up with all the responsibility...
In this case why not let us try
To prove that the
PEN CAN BE MIGHTIER THAN D SWORD...

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Through the lands of,
Hope and despair,
Love and passion,
Philosophy and sciences,
Curiosity and life,
The pen travelled.

Sword is still stuck,
In the valley of,
Vengeance and Hate.

Indeed, Pen is mightier,
Than the sword.

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The powerful pen is mightier than the sword,
It has the ability to instill the ideas that even the tyrant can't impose on the people!

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The two could be together forever if they would have chosen to run away
But they choosed to put the families together forever.
They finally were together forever, with the choice they made they proved the family values true that
"the pen is mightier than the sword".

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I'm not going to fight
And get hurt,
For pen is mightier than sword.
I'll do what I wanna do
Let people judge
And watch me succeed,
For I'm too stubborn you see.
I don't care
About the stones,
For I'm made of iron.

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The blood flowed freely with the rain. I stood there drenched in rain holding the blood stained sword. Motionless. Three lifeless bodies laid on the ground. I looked at them, only a few moments ago I was battling them, fearing I would die without my revenge. I am a murderer now.
A writer who wanted to pick a pen is now standing with a sword in hand. Strange are the ways of life. My heart was long dead with my family. Revenge was what I seeked and I got it killing the last of the killers of my family, but the serenity of my heart was lost somewhere in the bloodshed. Tears flowed with the rain drops. I got my revenge but my peace was lost forever.
Pen is mighter than the sword. I learnt from childhood but couldn't adhere to it. But how could I? How could I forget the killer of my father, the rapist of my mother and sister? How could I? If the law of land would have helped me, maybe this writer wouldn't have ended up being a murderer.
This was my destiny. No more I will be able to fulfill my desire of writing. Its all over now. I dropped the sword. The rain drops wiped the blood from my hands but they couldn't wipe the fate of mine.
Guess I was destined to be a MURDERER.

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"The Pen is mightier than the sword,
No blade has yet killed a word."

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