Pen!

- By Swathi
At the tip of our pens, we chase wild dreams.
At the tip of our pens, we chase crazy visions, 
and every word, every stroke, gets us closer.
Our draught, on the other hand, doesn't always make sense...
We can't help but think we're a charlatan.
Even still, the dream, the pen,
 continues to reach out to our hearts
We strive to return it to the paper.
Every letter, every syllable, every stroke is a marvel!
Our instincts kick in, and we're hungry.
We're hunters who pursue and kill our prey!
We're not going to allow our uncertainties to get 
the best of us and lead us astray
We'll howl for our pack, our closest companions.
Our imaginations are yearning to be sparked.

-SWATHI MADHAVAN

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