pen on paper,
Keyboards and screen,
Alphabets into words,
Words into sentence,
Every features described,
Every detail explained,
Looks blurry to the eyes,
Hazy to the mind,
But perfect to the heart.

These are characters to you,
But a part of me,
Like a mother I feel when making them,
Creations of my imagination,
Perfect like never,
And incomparable to nether,
They're my creations,
A realistic imagination,
Programmed and crafted out of my mind,
Dedicated to whoever becomes a lover and follower,
Laced with beauties and contempt of the heart,
They're mine, rightfully and forever will be.

© khaulat m.