A Writer

After reasoning a lot,

Giving my mind an imaginative understanding,

I write a couple of letters,

That coils into words,

And in the end, into sentences,

Whether in the shape of,

A poem, a quote or an open letter,

But, without any reluctance,

I post it for the open,

Affording my post to be shared,

But one thing that I expect,

From the explorers,

Is to be courteous,

To the wordsmith's community,

That, they don't trim my pen name,

From the post, i've shared.

After hours of my mind,

I need an honor for the same,

As I've scripted it,

For you all,

But why cannot you,

Let me flourish,

We all folks desire,

Scanners like you,

But also anticipate an appraisal,

Even when the count is scarce.

What if I post your work,

Without referring your pseudonym,

That's how a writer feels,

About his work, when someone pillages,

Because, not having the civility,

To show compassion,

By referring the writer,

Is a shoplift,

Of the exertion, he set in.