Voices got unheard,
Ignored the Echoes of thunder .
When souls  around were getting tired .
Of screaming and using high pitches loud enough.
Everything was building up like mini cyclones,
Words of fire and stars in the crown enthroned.
Unleased it into the scattered sheets .
I knew my thoughts are wild,
Exposing the the stories untold ,
Releasing the power of pen that I hold .
Writing with my all might ,
Craving the words coated in ink ,
creating a feeling of fright .
Words and writing came out to be bold ,
They printed to be read , not to be sold .
Words are chants that writers uses choruses,
No doubt in calling them writing geniuses .