Endless nights I dream and heaved
These restless visions I receive
It flashes right in front of me
Vivid phantasms that I see
On a white blank page I choose to inscribe,
To lament a writer’s pride
A shadow of unfolding history
Of fading astounding memory
It is the soul of unending fame
A resounding voice of an immortal name
A being that creates to inspire
Sophisticatedly magnified the elements of desire
It shapes the minds of a utopian society
And binds the cardinal virtue of unfailing piety
But as I breathe my existence is ignored
Like sand castles that annihilate at the shore
My footprints simply fade as I walk the beach
Painting life with manifold of figures of speech
But woe to an astonishing surprise
A writer’s steadfast stature, bequeaths upon the day he dies.
