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Gifted Writer's Scripted Life

Gifted Writer's Scripted Life

I was born as an ordinary person,
Who didn't have any aim in life.
Just to get a government job,
And marry an angel,so that people will call her my Wife.

But then one fine day,
While sitting all alone;as a college drop out.
I was attracted to a pen which could write my own thoughts,
Giving rise to a new superpower hidden in me;
Which is Writing..

From that day,
My Life totally changed.
I started loving my life as a writer,
Then hating it as an ordinary man forever.

Our Life may be scripted by the God,
But I felt something different.
Something new,something strange,
An experience of a lifetime in that case..

My life was like a Gifted Writer's Scripted Life,
A writer who was made by the Lord;
But his life was scripted by himself.

The day I became a writer,
I started to see myself playing a new role.
Each second,each minute of an hour,
Just to see that mixture of emotions;
On the face's of the Readers.
 

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Tony Taylor

Hello PRATHAMESH!!.....I know what you mean...... when you begin to look at the world through the eyes of a writer....... something magical occurs!!......I enjoyed this well crafted poetic verse VERY much dear poet brother!!......ALL STARS!!.... well done!!......LOVE and ROCKETS!!.......T xo

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