An ode to the Storymirror platform
I am a pen,
Ink is my brain,
Both together drawing on Story Mirror.
Yet silence leads to uncountable commotion.
The survival of a smile fades, The art of respect shades When love loses its flames!
Yet it's not a rape, Neither it's harassment, It is legal, Yes, you heard it right, it's legal.
This old word,
What to do with it,
You're so expressive, I'm not.
So, Open up your heart, let the memories pile!
I can imagine an image , Breaking off the walls of the cave, I can imagine a bundle of
The answer will become obvious
It will flood you with fear
All of it is for nothing
Have you ever treated someone without judgment, entirely Naked?
Putting aside your own life's book in a shelf. It sketched me colourfully, But brushed
Their writings got a platform, Thanks to STORYMIRROR
That is the power of your soul.
You could control your mind,
Control your emotions.
With your support, as a writer, I have grown.
The fog of your sweet remembrances grow more thicker
Your sweet smile makes me blush...
Ohh thee savior, you have arrived...
It's whether you or I...
Stomach in turmoil like a mouse