Born in a factory,grown in a stationary,
bought by a man,I am a man.

The man called me,as a 'parker',
He told that,'This pen is little darker".
That very night,I was put in a cupboard,
In the darkness,I was feeling akward.

Next day,when i woke up,
I found myself in the traffic chokeup.
The man was taking me to his office,
Where everyone was busy, drinking thei coffies.

While eating, he used me to sign a deal,
signing and signing, he forgot his meal.
Till the...