Moods of Pen

The way the pen behaved,
I thought it was sullen.
Throwing a frown at me,
It refused to budge.
I tried to cajole it fully,
Giving it a paper piece.
Get me a good ink it said,
Otherwise you will be dismissed.
My coaxing didn't help,
An order had been spelt.
I searched in absolute sweat,
The demand of my pen was at last met.
His highness now decided to flow,
Bringing my face to its former glow.
We walked for miles together,
I found in it,my long lost brother.