In the near future,
You will know Her,
Not Her name,
But Her pen name

She will bleed, 
In a simple paper sheet,
She let Her hand be tainted with ink,
And let it do the work as she think

She let Her imagination flow,
And let herself to grow,
For the other it's boring,
But for her its appreciating

Don't mind the basher
And continue your journey as a writer

She loves a little things with effort
She learn how express her feelings through words
By the way I am HER.


RISE AND BLOOM 
-compilation of our testimonies