Writing is my passion,
It calls for distinction,
As it is a creation,
With exact narration,
Linking with reason,
Smothered with imagination,
Believed to be a translation,
Of the mind’s explanation,
Described as an expression,
Of the heart’s emotion,
Enraptured in a navigation,
Of losing one’s identification,
Sailing in a deemed premonition,
Of grand splendid celebration
Spurring an exuberance of reverberation,
That of spontaneous revelation,
Of rejoice and exhilaration
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Meenas Poems 