Genius is a writer,
Amid plentiful others as such,
Digests the precious texts much,
Before letting the pen kiss the paper.
He emulates life as it does appear,
As does the painter on a square-world,
His third eye flies like a bird from the water world!
Getting wings at times to reach higher with no fear.
Some write for a living in entirety,
To slap on poverty’s face,
Engaged a few are in the endless race,
Concentrating on the numbers, stampeding the quality.
Like Browning’s Grammarian, I prefer him,
Who shapes all his thoughts to perfection,
For his own gratification,
Sticking firmly to humanity, to his dream.
Leaving an indelible mark prior to the decisive farewell,
Is what he ever cherishes,
Entreating God so that the dream never perishes,
How great will it be when the writer’s tale a soul will tell!
Your words convey the feeling of a 21 gun salute to a hero !!
Mr Haque ..my good friend.. smashing as usual
From your pen flows your might
Sifting the evil from the right
The words are short and spright
Lifting night's veil like welcome daylight
For those wordy heroes who pave the way
For a better world to linger then call it a day
©bishu
Thank you
Thank you Mr. Bishu. I appreciate your comment and the wonderful words that follow. :)