Ink-Stained Symphony: A Masterpiece in Progress

I picked up my pen, not to live by trade,
But to live through poetry, to breathe and inspire,
To transcend the mundane and reach for the sublime,
To pour my soul onto the page, a labor of love,
To weave words into art, to paint pictures with ink,
And through my verse, to touch the hearts of others.

My notebook is my canvas, and my pen, the brush,
Through which I create worlds, with every stroke and touch,
A symphony of language, a tapestry of thought,
A masterpiece in progress, a vision that's wrought.

I don't create poetry to impress or to boast,
Nor to seek fame or fortune, or to sell a host,
But to express what's within me, to share my mind,
To find my voice, my passion, and leave the rest behind.

For words have a power that cannot be denied,
A force that can move mountains, and light up the sky,
A balm for the soul, a salve for the heart,
A beacon of hope, a flame that won't depart.

And so, I write on, letting my pen lead the way,
Trusting in the journey, and the words that I say,
For every line is a gift, a treasure to behold,
A legacy of love, that cannot be bought or sold.

So, let my poetry be a testament to life,
A celebration of all that is beautiful and right,
An ode to the power of the written word,
A tribute to the inspiration, that we all deserve.

Let the verses flow like a river, wild and free,
Carrying with them the essence of humanity,
The hopes and dreams, the fears and pains,
The love and laughter, the losses and gains.

Let my poetry be a mirror, reflecting back,
The beauty and the chaos, the white and the black,
The light and the shadows, the joy and the sorrow,
The past and the present, the hope for tomorrow.

For poetry is not just a craft or a skill,
It's a way of life, a purpose to fulfill,
A calling to uplift, to heal, to inspire,
To ignite the imagination, and set it on fire.

And so, I continue to write, to create,
To explore the depths of the human fate,
To seek out the truths, that lie deep within,
And share them with the world, with every grin.

For poetry is not just for the intellect,
It's for the heart and soul, the spirit to connect,
To something greater than ourselves, a higher plane,
Where art and life intersect, and love reigns.

And as I lay down my pen, at the end of the day,
I know that my words, will find their own way,
To touch the hearts of those who need them most,
To inspire, to comfort, to soothe, and to boast.

For I didn't create poetry for a living,
I picked up my pen, to find a way of giving,
To the world around me, to the people I meet,
A little piece of myself, that's raw and complete.

And so, I write on, through the highs and the lows,
The triumphs and failures, the ebbs and the flows,
For poetry is a journey, a lifelong endeavor,
A quest for the truth, a search for forever.

And though the road may be winding, and steep,
And the way may be rough, and the journey deep,
I will not falter, I will not fear,
For the passion within me, is crystal clear.

So let my poetry be a beacon of light,
Guiding the way through the darkest of nights,
A source of strength, of courage, and hope,
A lifeline to hold, a way to cope.

For I didn't create poetry for a living,
I picked up my pen, to find a way of giving,
To myself, to the world, to the universe at large,
A little piece of magic, that's free of charge.

And so, I'll keep writing, till the end of my days,
Till the last breath leaves me, and my pen falls away,
For poetry is my calling, my raison d'être,
My heart and my soul, my lifeline, my prayer.

So let my Sestina, be a testament true,
To the power of poetry, and what it can do,
To inspire, to heal, to create, to dream,
To be all that we can be, and all that we seem.

May my words be like the wind, blowing strong and true,
Through the fields of the heart, where the soul does renew,
May they bring a sense of wonder, and a feeling of awe,
And connect us to a deeper sense of purpose and law.

For poetry is not just words on a page,
But a journey of the heart, a quest to engage,
The world around us, in all its mystery and splendor,
To find the beauty and meaning, that lies beyond the gender.

So let my Sestina be a hymn to the muse,
A paean to the power of the pen to amuse,
And entertain, to uplift and inspire,
To touch the heart, and set it on fire.

For I didn't create poetry for a living,
I picked up my pen, to find a way of giving,
To the world, to myself, to the universe at large,
A little piece of magic, that's free of charge.

And so, let the words flow, like a river to the sea,
Connecting us all, in a web of humanity,
And let the power of poetry, be a light in the dark,
Guiding us to our destiny, like a beacon and a mark.

May my Sestina be a tapestry of emotions and thoughts,
Woven together, in intricate and delicate knots,
And may it unravel the mysteries of the soul,
And reveal to us, a deeper, more meaningful goal.

For poetry is not just an art form, it's a way of being,
A state of mind, a way of seeing,
The world around us, in all its glory and pain,
And finding in it, something that will sustain.

So let my Sestina be a celebration of life,
Of all its struggles, its hardships and strife,
And let it remind us, of the beauty that abounds,
In the midst of chaos, and the sorrows that confound.

For I didn't create poetry for a living,
I picked up my pen, to find a way of giving,
To the world, to myself, to all those who seek,
A path to enlightenment, and a reason to speak.

And so, I'll keep writing, with passion and grace,
Till the stars fade away, and the universe is erased,
For poetry is eternal, and will always endure,
A testament to the human spirit, and all that it can procure.

So let my Sestina be a tribute to the power of words,
To their ability to heal, to inspire, and to unnerve,
And let it remind us, of the magic of life,
And the wonder of creation, that knows no strife.














The poem is part of a full version found in the book "Homo Sapiens" Part XVI, written by Mawphniang Napoleon. This book is part of the popular "Homo Sapiens" book series, which can be purchased online at various online bookstores, such as Amazon. The book is available for purchase for those who are interested in reading the complete version of the poem. Remember to get all the books from the "Homo Sapiens" series, as well as other books by the same author.

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Khublei Shihajar Nguh,
Dhanewad
Thank you