They oozed unuttered words from their pen,
None can detect what comes down from those humans,
Deep down the thoughts they lay,
Intense imagination approaches their way.
Paper becomes their heart,
Pen becomes their mind,
Going on in search with,
What more they can find.
Many a times words do not fit the desired emotions,
And their intuition ingrain under the ocean;
But they couldn't stop themselves from writing their story,
That illuminates the pleasure with all of their glory.
Only those can sense the allied humor that comes,
Which can make their Heart to Dance.