Writing shows a mirror, to the existing social milieu,
Forces us to reform and change, bids archaic customs adieu.
The poet with his play of words, leaves us pumped and charged,
Paints the world with a fresh color, makes the canvas enlarged.
Writing is content in a corner, its purpose to introspect,
Helps us express our feelings, makes us broody and circumspect.
The poet with his clarity of words, leaves us touched and moved,
By sharing his transformative journey, ensures the reader is improved.
Writing builds a bridge, ensures attuning and resonance,
You are able to drill deep, where there wasn't a precedence.
The poet with his barbs of words, helps us empathize and connect,
By bonding one human with the other, has the desired affect and effect.
My poetry hurts and heals, it's a therapy for the world and me,
As I cure the world of its maladies, in the process I'm repaired for free.
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