The Wordsmith Poem by Mohammad Muzzammil

The wordsmith sits at their desk,
A pen in hand, a mind so fresh,
With words as their tools, they create,
A masterpiece that's truly great.

They mold and shape, every single phrase,
Crafting a world, in so many ways,
They weave their words, into a story,
That's full of life, and brimming with glory.

The wordsmith knows, the power of words,
To move mountains, and touch the chords,
Of the heart and soul, of every being,
To inspire hope, and keep it from fleeing.

With each stroke of their pen, they imbue,
The beauty of life, that's both old and new,
They take us on a journey, far and wide,
And show us a world, that we can't hide.

The wordsmith, a true master of art,
A wizard of words, that's off the chart,
A magician that can turn the mundane,
Into a work of art, that's so insane.

So let us all, take a moment to pause,
And appreciate, the wordsmith's cause,
For they bring magic, to our mundane days,
And fill our hearts, with a sense of amaze