Let the meditation of my mind be compelled by the
uncertainties of nature streaming through the
tunnel of my quil
Let the thoughts in my shelves be occupied by the
fulfillment of many writers teleporting from ages
Meting out the greatest achievement of scribblers on clean parchment laid before me.
Let the dreams of writers be manifested
On empty parchment filling the the empty thought
occupied by the thief of dream called doubt
Stealing writers of their dreams to success.
In time's dawn writing came ,let not sacrifices laid down
by early scribblers to break the casted spell
Be in vain.