In A writer's Hand

manna Reji

Abstract

manna Reji

Abstract

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world writer hands

The pearl which encrypts the globe

With melancholy or with jubilance;

Exists in the tip of a creative writer;

In the lust of their ideas... the world alas!

Creator but nature still roams

In their hand with

Calm and quiet like

A destiny...

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