Letter To Poets
I cherished the dream of writing
Since the very first years of my dawning
It came through the touch of a book
Which thrilled me and grabbed my heart with its addicting hook
Thought I, though was I still a child
Someday, I would write too, if life would allow me to be wild
Never did I put pen to paper
Never ever did I try to make it come alive this desire
Until I came across a friend's rhyme
Written for her soul's loving flow with time
Her daring words thrilled me so much
To the extent of reviving my dream as such
Writing came, it does still flow
With its oars, on life's river I do row
Going where the waves take me
Luckily, I may even be remembered for eternity!
Don't we all leave, in this world, our footsteps
Surely, mine would be etched when I stand on God's doorstep!
A dream it was, a thrill it imbibed me with,
Without it, today, I would not even be able to breathe!
All souls roaming on Earth do have a call
Mine I believe is to let my pen have a roll!
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