He is a man endowed with a beautiful mind.
He creates a world with pen and papers.
A man made up of different personalities compiled,
A man we name and call a writer.
A writer is a god of his own universe.
He creates a world that can only be known to few.
Through words he fabricates a planet of verse,
With a castle inhabited by people who are distinct from you.
A writer provides us with a time machine.
He defies time regardless of era.
His powerful words send us to the infinite.
He crafts a loop from which your mind could not escape.
A writer tags us along to his boundless adventures.
He offers a priceless flight to places you can only dream of.
He transcends space without the need of departure.
His longhand opens your eyes to the things that he just saw.
A writer is a man of splendid perspectives.
He sees this world in a prismatic passion.
His insights are well-shaped and thought-provocative.
He allows us to sneak into the colorful box of his own.
A writer is a schemer of one’s destiny.
Through his cunning hands he plots the fate of his creation.
A writer is a gift from God to humanity,
An angel preserving the encoded wealth of the earth for next generations.
Like a night sky, his persona might be dark and enigmatic.
Yet the stars with their blinking lights are what make him beautiful.
He in himself is a universe embodied in a walking figure.
His mind is a gem ranked with any other shining treasures.
