DEATHBED NEAR MY DESK

(TO THE WRITERS AND THEIR READERS) 

The desk is the place where light burns my fire, 

Where all the shackles I hate, 

I start to admire, 

All the books I have read, 

Start to pile,

The desk is a place, 

Where I am not a human, 

I am someone lost by the captivity of the carnage, 

The desk is the place, 

The desk is the place,

Where all the Villians of the susceptible rise, 

Where all the realms of the protagonists dies, 

Where writers seek refuge, 

And readers  acknowledges their lies.

The desk is the place

Wrapped around my heart in showcase

Looking in the Wilderness of human chase, 

Where the referendum is done for the wrong riot, 

Where silver spoons drink their wines

The desk is the place, 

The desk is there for you always. 

Leeza