As long as I am
And life is, I'll keep scribing
Scribing because written words
Far outlive the spoken words.
They speak while I'm asleep
Travelling places I could never go to.
Meeting people I would never know
Their impact shoots like arrows through the conscious of man
Living him staggering
As he lean on the brain muscles, reflecting on the book content.
I shall keep scribing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem