My pen has no eyes
Yet it beholds
My pen has no legs
Yet it moves on
My pen is heartless
Yet it feels
My pen cannot read
Yet it writes
My pen is colourless
Yet it writes a rainbow
My pen is not a painter
Yet it draws a beauty
My pen is dumb
Yet it sings
My pen is deaf
Yet it listens
My pen is brainless
Yet it thinks
My pen is not a warrior
Yet it fights
My pen is a loser
Yet it wins
My pen is nothing
Yet it is everything
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A delightfully entertaining and insightful poem.