The ink, the ink,
was leaking from my pen,
And as,
it dripped,
something magical happened,

My voice, my voice,
out into the universe,
the form,
of a catchy rhythmic verse,

Unheard, unheard,
but visualized by every reader,
my words,
every reading seeder,

Sprouting, oh sprouting!
were the plants,
that I,
had stimulated,
And watching them,
I could not help but feel elated,

For I, oh I!
Had contributed to something meaningful,
And every,
I remember thee,
I feel thankful.

©️lightbehindthecloud (Tejasvi Kashyap)

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