When I set my feet on this ocean
I saw large footprints on the sands
The waters whispered ‘poetry lands’
Little did I know it was another den!
I had written many articles by then
Out of which I casted my dreams
I thought it was a short journey
But, Alas! An ocean full of lies.
When finally I decided to publish my work
I thought of ways to break through the bottleneck
And I sold my phone to meet the publishing cost
Sadly, I still needed to sell my radio.
All those never met the cost
So I decided to make a post
That the well wishers can meet the cost
And revive me again!
A peasant writer I am
A poet with powerful dreams
A leader of unforgiving pen
A worthy rebel in the literary world.
Soon, my situation will end this rust
And my pen will be rust-free
I heard from a certain leader who
Promised to later help me: a beacon of light.
One day, I shall be a renowned writer.