The survivors of age,
Featuring in thoughts penned by one and many,
Working selflessly, yet don’t charge a penny!
Wings are for the birds,
For the poet, servers are words!
Depicting imagination, sorrow, joy and emotions galore,
Of mesmerizing masterpieces, they are constituents’ core,
Substantiating emotional flavors,
Words are the weavers of verse!
Poetry is the output,
But words are the efforts put,
Have no differences among them,
Each one is important among them!
They say no more,
They say no less,
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