There is a force in all motions
All glow has an inspiration
I know a Poet who was so good
He loved to express all he could
People loved him until one day
It seems deserts ate up the bay.
In pains he wrote but flames burnt it
In tears he wrote dryness washed it
In the shadow for many years;
His readers protested, others jeered
Demanding eggs from a dead hen
So he laid down stretching his pen
Right in front of an empty sheet
Of pains and tears in fears and doubts
But not until he had his breath
Taken away; well not by death
But at first sight, his feet got swept
Ignoring bounds doubts disappeared
A star was born with energy that
Made him to write poems once again.
Loved the ending!🌸
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Thank you Shivani.
We all draw inspiration from anything that inspires us.
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Subhanallah! Profound write
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Thank you
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Wow
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Do you like it?
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Yeah i do
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Okay, thank you
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