Writers are not born professionals,

Their capability to struggle is vital.

“Pen is mightier than sword”,

Like playing with terrific words.

Read between the lines,

Until you turn nine.

 

There is the chaos in the crowd,

As critics raise their voices aloud.

Reading is to mind,

Like exercise is to the body,

Take lessons in creative writing from somebody.

 

By hook or crook,

We burn the midnight oil,

As food wrapped in a foil.

Sleepless nights with racing thoughts,

I became a freelance writer,

Without giving a second thought.

 

It’s just the starting,

As batsman hits six to earn innings.

The world of imagination,

Makes me ponder over,

Like putting up my thinking cap,

To work with dedication.

 

From amateurish to prolific,

Fluency will come, so be quick.

Competing in contests,

Lifts our spirits,

Don’t worry if you can’t win it.

 

Mastering the skill,

If there is a will,

There is a way,

So, make hay while the sun shines,

Those worthy write-ups are mine.

Chasing my dream,

Like eating the sweet cream.

Sometimes, up and down,

Don’t spoil your face with a frown.

 

Achievements will come in handy,

It’s my job and a necessity.

One day, will I be grinning?

Of course, others say you, will achieve success,

Stop counting numbers in excess.

Thank God, for this rare talent,

Will write in the present moment.

(c) Preksha puri 2023.