A point grown dull, a purpose blurred,

The edge of thought, no longer stirred.

A mental haze, a weary stride,

Where clarity and focus hide.

But in the hand, a simple grace,

The Go Sharpener, finds its place.

No whirring gears, no noisy hum,

Just gentle strokes, till clarity's come.

A mindful act, a quiet art,

To hone the mind, and play its part.

Each passing moment, keen and bright,

A sharpened vision, taking flight.

The tangled threads of scattered thought,

Realigned and woven, as they ought.

The fuzzy lines, now crisp and clean,

A sharper focus, to be seen.

No wasted motion, aimless quest,

But pointed action, truly blessed.

The student's mind, the writer's pen,

The speaker's voice, again, again,

Each finds a strength, a clearer view,

With sharpened wit, and purpose true.

The Go Sharpener, a silent guide,

Where inner potential can reside.

Beyond the screen, beyond the scroll,

A simple tool, to make us whole.

To cut through doubt, and pierce the night,

And bring forth brilliance, pure and bright.

So let us pause, and take the time,

To sharpen minds, and truly climb.

-Aditi negi