O Plough! You are very antique
In the unique history of man;
The only instrument of livelihood,
For filling his empty can.

You taught the mankind to live
Like a bundle of wood;
To live in a village together
And to get their food.

You taught the society to be
Civilized as well as to be wise;
To clear the thorny path and with
difficulty, the life-mountain to rise.

Your bliss has given us to enjoy
The new society; with new sight.
Today you are very unkindly kind
That we are busy with fight.

Kindly, be aware of us and
Give your blessings in abundance,
Then we'll be grateful enough to you
For ever to run in advance.

O Pen! The heart of society
You are also very antique.
Can anyone deny your influence
As you are yourself unique?

With your help man could indite
The great epics, God's mouth speech;
Revealing gratitude for your help
The Guru of Gurukul could teach.

Modified your bulk and shape,
You are now the modern pen.
Red-tapism is your only job
Being the hateful thing among men.

Why are you so cruel
In lieu of being much kind
To a human being who does never
Bring you now to his mind?

O my lovely Pistol! Your origin
Is recent, medieval barely.
Now the most favorite thing in society
That everyone fails keeping you rarely.

To subdue the foes is your aim;
From the perils of hooligan,
To serve your owner much
By giving safety is the job one.

Important as you in giving
The sovereignty to any nation.
You shall be everlasting
Till the world goes down.

O you all three!the basic needs;
Man shall be paying gratitude.
You shall never be uprooted like weeds
From society as you have great magnitude.