Eyes of Pen and Paper

Roll of stone swirls dust

The particles unclear just like lust

So little, too easy to ignore

Same is palpable when grows more

 

Some other time , the same dust rise

Different looks via same eyes

Looks as if struggle has begun

Will move until it has won

 

Such are eyes that a poet possess

To them failure is a shade just as success

 

Vastness  of our mind remains latent

With our talent they become blatant

 

They trigger a feel that feels a chance

Step up or down in order to enhance

 

Once under blistering sun, you scorch

A metal such as heart becomes hot

Even the line of hands applaud

Rewrite and strike, become your own god

 

One who believes is one who does

Get to work without a fuss

 

Pen and paper were never separable

It’s them that you become capable

 

Seep into the hearts with the art

Easy is life, struggle is hard

 

Observe, learn, love and teach

Only the burden is not to preach

 

Live a life worth your breathe

Pious heart, often seethe

 

Know that changes come when you think

This world is green and red in a blink

Rise up to your hearth, this Earth

Build an attitude to own up your worth

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