Their life is hard,
As hard as bonded super glue.
But in the meantime,
It is also the sweetest.
They melt your whole self,
Neither with heat,
Nor with fire,
But with words of thoughts.
They get inspired,
By nature.
They get distracted,
By stature.
They get obsessed,
By words.
Anyone can be them,
They are,
We are,
The Writers.
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