Once he is an ordinary person,
Old once he is an great person,
Time pass he break the tomb,
To enter the world from his mother womb,

The boy had entered his world,
No one could beat his masterpiece,
Except his loved one from the gifted home,
Who delivered him to the world of writer,

He wrote and he created,
To impress his own self once,
But who knows there's might be hatred,
Who will destroyed him in singles inches,

To make himself happy,
He wrote his own feelings,
On a paper from papyrus,
So that he can save those memory,
And keep the faith in those inks,

As his readers I was impressed once,
The words that count and wrote,
Are greatly written by his heart,
When I never knew who is he,
And he was the gifted among the gifted,


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