Upon The Desk Of The Great Writer

Neither saint nor a robber Acting upon Nature given tendencies Time and again I try to define myself These complex layers of personality A mind full of reason and dual voices A tangled web of emotions and passions An ever-active force in work from behind When all else lies dormant What I do- right or wrong Gets define by laws of society What I receive gets define by fate Countless opportunities Countless destinies Each as unique as mine Write the stories of life Some are written on big billboards Some gets thrown in trash Some where in the book of life I labor to write my puny words Consoled with a thought That I am not the only reader Submitted upon the desk of The Great Writer All have their chance to be read To be rewarded with prudence Be it a tale of a saint or a robber.