Real Writer

Man of simple thought with high caliber Yet brave and dedicated sky climber With high ideals and volcano at hearts Acts mild and kind to the services of human art Riots or disturbances of any kind make his heart bleed When poor and needy sleep under open sky without food Where women are torched and taken to dishonor His heart aches and uses it as sword to defend honor Words means so sacred to form as prayer Simple form of verses even to school goes Humanity demands use of no hollow words Just blessings with simple form as words from lords Spirit in itself to conquer the human mind Inject it with transfusion to act with kindness No hate but an act of tolerance and patience Such man would be called writer at once He shall not be dreamer but visionary Ready for service where it is necessary Such kind of man may stand as writer True humanitarian and real fighter