As a writer, I have several ambitions to claim,
Some are subtle, some are rougher than the winds,
With my ink I wish to spread positivity and enlightenment,
To every corner of the world I ardently hope to reach,
As a writer, I resolute to speak out what I think,
And honestly pen down my emotions with simple beauty.
By resonating with heartstrings and weaving life,
Igniting memories in the depths of readers' minds,
In the rural areas and the towns or suburbs I'd reach,
To bleed what hearts of the broken people tweet.
Without expecting anything in return, I hope I do justice,
With words and sentences that I carefully stitch,
As a writer it is imminent to spread awareness,
Regarding facts and figures that the public demonstrates.
A secret diary with which I share my treasured pearls,
Of wisdom and melancholy woven pristinely in return,
I'll keep it safe and publish pages for the betterment,
Of society and community as a wholesome.
New year, new dreams and resolutions I script,
Palette of beautiful words I jot down from morning,
Be it any season or weather, I resolute to write,
Because I am a writer and with those words I survive.
This is still an incomplete dream,
Which I will soon try to compile.