To the writer in me
You are no less
than a businessman.
for just few words.
Metaphors with blunt edges,
Verses of your affair with solitude,
Words like scratched knees,
Rhymes of unheard voices,
Lyrics like the essence of Grandma’s pickle,
Limericks with lavender folklores,
Poems of used pens at sunset,
Ode to eccentric emotions keeping sane,
A piece of poetry coated in paints of love and pain
exhibited as the canvas of emotions.
We sell all.
**Writers sell emotions**