The mind of a Writer is the eyes of an eagle
that walks miles high in the skies
And never misses her pray
The mind of a Writer is mightier than all legendary swords.
As it can start a war and also envelope all thoughts of war
that is roaring like lion in the minds of the people.
The mind of a Writer paints the most beautiful pictures
As it is brighter than the light of the day,
Faster than any 3D camera lens,
even more colorful than a rainbow.
The mind of a Writer sees the future before a Fortune Teller
The mind of a Writer paints the most beautiful pictures
As it is brighter than the light of the day,
Faster than any 3D camera lens,
even more colorful than a rainbow.
The mind of a Writer sees the future before a Fortune Teller
At night they dine with the metaphysical world.
The mind of a Writer can listen to noise that silence makes,
The mind of a Writer can listen to noise that silence makes,
Can eavesdrop rhythms in the thin air,
The rhymes in the ocean waves,
even the cry of an unborn baby.
The mind of a Writer is immortal like ‘Time’.
A member of the past when they read,
A portion in present when they critical think
And division of the future when they write.
No wonder! Robert Frost’s image never froze,
Williams Wordsworth’s words always worth it
And people are never done talking about John Donne.
Only the eyes sleep at night
But to the mind, it’s a might.
The mind of a Writer never dies.
The rhymes in the ocean waves,
even the cry of an unborn baby.
The mind of a Writer is immortal like ‘Time’.
A member of the past when they read,
A portion in present when they critical think
And division of the future when they write.
No wonder! Robert Frost’s image never froze,
Williams Wordsworth’s words always worth it
And people are never done talking about John Donne.
Only the eyes sleep at night
But to the mind, it’s a might.
The mind of a Writer never dies.
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