If I could control the world as I do with the pen in my heart. Then, the world would be full of love, empathy and compassion. The only heart attack it would suffer, is excitement after excitement. It's haemoglobin on daily basis would transport text of joy to every veins of its papers. Never would it runs out of breath; only if I could control the world like a pen writing this story.
©Malunga G 2020