On the eternity of time a writer lives enliven moments.
He lives alone listening to the chimes of his own ode.
Daily he carve for a pet statuette out of his poetic strokes
so one day he can swirl in euphoric ecstasy as Rumi.
Although the short lived joy of writer is obvious
as his embraced wish is flamed as rejected ash
wherever the shadow of unfair rejection ensue,
there moist of pain dehydrates on myriad submissions.
Destined destiny of a writer flutters as unrequited dreams
when rejections let him live in a demised smoke of life.
Yet he waits for few more rejections on every submission
which he shall surpass until he embraces his due acceptance.
© Maya Dev 2014 Dec
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