Magical

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

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

Unheard, unheard,
but visualized by every reader,
Were,
my words,
inspiring,
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,
time,
I remember thee,
I feel thankful.

©️lightbehindthecloud (Tejasvi Kashyap)

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