Stilolaps

By Utsav J Karia on December 21, 2018

Meek or Loud to plain sight,

My duty is fundamental.

Scales tipping heavy or light,

Don’t get too judgemental.

For I may write, or I may write.

None may belittle me for my size,

For I am held by the wrist of the wise.

In a chest, case or a pocket, I hide,

But you’ll always find me by your side.

Then again, I may write, or I may write.

Ages of evolution,

And so many different forms.

Often I deliver a revolution,

And always the one to lay down the norms.

I may write, or I may write.

I am what I do to your thoughts.

You would say I just make a collection of dots.

The considerate would call it a sentence, letter or word,

Say what you may, ain’t I the reason you are heard?

For I may write, or I may write.

Although to find one is rare,

A sophist and I share a bond.

But then again to be fair,

I stick around to see the naive get conned.

Either way, I may write, or I may write.

I sway in the grasp of the three,

Does that make me a slave, or am I free?

A cap and not a hat is what adorns me,

Trivial is thine cast, creed and complexion to me.

All I care about is to write or to write.

Unlike many, have I not stood the test of time?

How else would you read this rhyme?

For I may write, or I may write.