Of writing..

Imagine the writer's anguish,
On shaping the twisted lines.
His unheard voice calling loud,
For the justice he believes in.
The perpetual pen he holds,
Oh,what power do they have!
They can destroy world galore,
Yet they make truce with time.
Never yielding to the clout,
Writer writes what his heart orders.
His body will die empty perhaps,
His soul though would be always rich.
The thoughts and feelings felt,
The surge of emotions that are dealt.
The terrific writing in terrible times,
Writing is and will forever remain divine!!