nein nom sonnet

this is a "poem" i created during my early years at college. it is a literary rubbish but still i feel like sharing here.

Nein Nom Sonnet

what a person can do,
without the power of tongue,
in a world where sword is useless, pen a burden,
words are the sharpest weapons of man.

my sword is no less sharp,
my pen no less full,
but my tongue is empty for words.

assaulted by jabbing taunts,
i feel unnaturally vulnerable,
among gents of sharp wits and sharper remarks,
i am helplessly unarmed.

curse this wretchedness, curse this upkeep,
curse this absence of a sharp tongue,
i abhor my background,
which humbles me amongst my peers.