On this solid rough edged paper like bark
Picking my writing tool in a haste
With ink spurred over the edges like an ark
I write a legacy for people living in the waste

The wrath of my writing caused bark to asunder
Writing stays as scrolls of eternity
With the heed of good serenity
Where emotions and actions here, I surrender

On narrow bark willing to dig deep
With the clarity of characters and notch to keep
The barks swallow the liquid while the writer reaches zenith
The story here my friend is not a myth

Picking up a glass piece to carve out my own name
So my shadow would recognize that my submission is no shame
I am not a profane impression
But seeing the suffering of people puts me in great  depression

Designed the lesson with this stainless knife
A dream come true of my entire living life
If my writing is be of any worth
I shall make it more subjective with example and take it forth

If the quick press only sanctioned my rights
I wouldn't be worried or sound down as I write
If only they created a constitution with a candor
My work shall be a piece of legacy for the people, I always adore...
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