From earnest depths of my creative heart
I penned my creation for the first time
Anxiety groped an amateur art
And my pen abandoned into the shrine
Recurrent reads, a few attempts to rhyme
Construing rhymesters who always slay
Brilliant weave of words, in splendid design
Propelled my existence, farther away
Ensuing courage is not a child’s play
When fear of failure grows stoutly stronger
unleashing all curled desires, that convey
“Choose hope, have faith”, takes a little longer
Lastly, murdered the dreaded rejection
Making way for a scholar correction!
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