Amit Sharma


Write On

If writing verse were seen as cursed, then down with the devil I'd be.
The world can't end or comprehend just what this means to me.
For when in doubt I come about with such and such a phrase.
Swift will I write, all through the night, till I see the sun's sweet rays.
My spirit will, with use of quill, turn lines into a poem.
And when it's done, my words, well spun, will say: This'll show'em!
Good luck to all those poor souls who, like me, have much to say.
Perhaps we'll meet, by stream

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