To judge, to write to scribble in the daylight and crumple at midnight To account for placid instincts with the strength of an eagle's sight The blue ink, the golden pen, and the satchel white That is all my birth-right
Belated world poetry day. Mash up chitragupta and a poet. I wanted to put this out sooner but just got caught up in a lot of work from home. Stay safe, everyone.