Am I a poet who is afraid to write? 

Ink drop from the depth of my heart 

My pen bleeds in any circumstances 

Trying to unveils the meaning of all things 

My pen is ready to talk and spat 

And never run dry 

Deeply I cry when alone how coward i am to write 

The burn in me when i let the blood of my pen

Drip freely from my vein 

For dancing with words and quenching my thirst on them 

To write endlessly on earth slate 

As the world philosopher with earth interpreter 

To discover and experience life's pains and joy 

Bring the world within short verses and forgotten mysteries 

Poetry is an expression of emotions 

In which my heart and eyes dwell 

Warm the heart of curious reader 

To teach the world a moral sice 

 And helps to connect it with inner feelings 

The joy of writing is the paradigm of blissful emotions 

If I bleed not tomorrow, it's lovely i am thinking