An open letter to poets and writers,
Who weave rainbows on cloudless skies,
And construct parallel universes,
For potent highs.
To those who pen to wash,
Hate slogans off tainted souls,
To rescue ageing genies,
From bottled quotes.
To those who write,
To denounce cultural contraceptions,
And conceive survivals,
Through cosmic reunions.
I get inspired to write and post,
And God forbid if you find me lost,
Don’t disown me for my weird pronunciations and erred conversations,
For reluctant phrases and grammatical disgraces.
Accept me in my truest version,
True to my love, true to my pain,
True to my fears, true and brave,
True like tears on a martyr’s grave!
