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I dedicate this work to the voiceless masses, the beaten and battered, those who have fallen and known what it means to struggle for survival. In every great destiny are adversaries. Though today seems tough, hold on for tomorrow holds something beautiful. Joy always comes in the morning. 

Also to those who have loved and those who adore nature as well as beauty...........

 

A Beckon

Down here on this paper

I pour out my heart,

My happiness, bitterness and brokenness

Down here is my all

My very essence

Down here with this ink and paper

I come bare, naked before you

Holding nothing back

My tears, my fears,

My joy and my all

The heart can’t contain these emotions

But a reliable companion to share with

This ink and sheet

Before them I lay my secrets

To them I pour out my heart

Come journey with me to my world

Not of wild imaginations but the real world

The yearnings and crying of the feeble mind,

Our present state and circumstances,

Issues of everyday life

Oh! Dear how can I make you see through a needle’s eye?

How can I make you understand?

This ink and paper know better

They’ve traveled this road with me

Come feel what I feel and share this big heart with me