The sea of an ink is our need
Forsaken from its breed
To the thumb of a paper
By the mind of a writer

Our pens bleed enormous words
Healing the wounded,
Infusing a message,
Mourning the grief,
Expressing the love
From our content box of thinking

We are blissful realms of writings
That spits out pride and contentment
We are who we are
We are the writers.


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