Writers of The Unknown

I don't feel I am a writer

I happen to know because they call me so, 

I don't know who a writer is;

is it someone who writes, 

or someone who expresses to survive?


I don't know how this world 

caves in on a piece of paper, 

there is always so much to be left for later; 

Every time someone writes their mind with ink, 

it's a new world, a novel beginning. 


Who is a writer,

is it the one who writes on paper?

I don't call myself one, too, 

because bleed my heart on paper is all I do;

perhaps this is what they do, mere mortals, 

others call them writers and make them immortal.  


~ Guni

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