Whisper Of Innocent Pen

In shadows deep, a soul in sorrow sighs,

Tears on pages, where the heartache lies.

Each word is a melody, a lingering song,

In the echoes of pain, where dreams go wrong.

A poet in joy, chasing the sunlight's glow,

Laughing in verses, letting stories flow.

Dancing with the sun, every word a gleam,

In the kaleidoscope of a hopeful dream.

A bard of greed, chasing fortunes untold,

In ink-stained pursuits, where desires unfold.

A paper chase, where the soul might sway,

In the pursuit of gold, losing its way.

The seeker of cheers, fueled by ego's flame,

Crafting words for praise, chasing a name.

In the applause's echo, identity sways,

A captive to the crowd, where the limelight plays.

Amid tales of joy, sorrow, and gold,

In innocence, my pen's tale is told.

Writing for love, a pure endeavour,

A symphony of devotion, timeless, forever.