Every drop of ink,
Is like tears of broken heart.
Every art on book,
Is like blood from a broken heart.
I'm doleful when youngsters Said, "pen dropped for a while"
And I'm not an immobile
But have you seen a living without breathing?
I breathe through my pen!
I feed through my pen!
I voiced out my pain through my pen!
Dropping my pen is dropping my breath
My life depends on pen
Ending two years in shallow cave is working of pen.
Have you seen a warrior without a weapon?
Surely enemies will devoured his flesh!
But you! ignorance will devoured your brain.
You escaped the shallow cave
To other part of the world,
Where all kinds of frantic dwells
How can you fight without weapon?
Like warrior, I slashed barbarity
Their bloods clean the unclean
Yea! my sword will never blunt.
Till grave's call
My pen shall dance to the tune of justice
neither will there be rest nor peace for my pen.
Even if men can choose afterworld,
I will write in underworld,
But I'm an immortal, I live through my euphonious words....
Congrats to those who aren't dropping their pen...
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