WRITING
The paper, my companion.
The pen, my speech.
You who prefers it being plain,
It’s my voice.
You’d be thrilled to hear
Like the voice of a favorite singer
Without a choice
You’d place on play back.
When I love,
My paper I tell.
When I see hurt,
My paper I share.
It’s more than a sword
It’s my speech, my pen.
My speech in written words.
Watch me paint my dreams;
My dream wedding
Or dream family.
My paper, my companion,
Knows it all.
See me heal the broken hearts,
Clean the teary eyed.
A work of my speech,
A masterpiece,
One to reckon with.
My work of art,
Writing…
– His rule Publications
