Writing is not my trash!
Say it so rude and hit me with crash!
A bit of horror when you so boast yourself,
You play my things so bad and hurt them itself.
Words are worthless and say it’s nonsense.
My poems speak well and it’s making things sense.
Bit promiscuous when you stripped this well craft,
Shaky waves bumped me when I was on raft.
This pen symbolizes my strong knowledge.
It’s a freedom to express this firm old courage.
I fight the essence of writing good poems,
Strangely make an art in all kinds of forms.
Writing is not a childish form of expression.
It is a power of knowledge and good conviction.
I love to express myself with this pen and paper.
I’m the poet in a most dramatic trailer.
