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Speechless and inspired to pen, thoughts dropping on paper superbly. Kudos for this muse! Plz pleez do read and comment my newest poem too titled, 'the corona catastrophe '

As when I hold the pen It shares the words as the paper revealed But the sounds... Much familiar As much as my mind and heart talk, ....what a mesmerizing expression! It is a great tributes to writers and poets and poetesses. Thanks for sharing.

Excellent tribute poem to the true heart of writings. Indeed in the alone time only the true written expression gives best accompanying to the another true heart//// like this poem very much

Brilliant piece. anjandev roy.

It happens so, sometimes if writer is a medium just like a pen or paper. Creation in any shape does posses some mystery. Nice poem friend.

A profound write- - -I feel, poems write themselves, rather than we write them.They are huge emotions blocked inside us and wait to pour forth.Yes, pen gives power to the mute.

Words even when not audible produce many echoes. We may be mute, but the pen in our hand bares our thoughts and feelings and they are read by many. A poet or writer needn't speak, but what he writes creates endless vibrations in others. A beautiful tribute on writers and poets!

It read by many lips, it played by many mind and echoes in many hearts...i believe it is a voice within the lines, from the writers. GOOD THOUGHT PROCESS

A great poem that majority of us resonates with. So tenderly, vividly and brilliantly expressed. Beautifully written tribute.Loved it.

A poem of great depth. Beautiful, perceptive and powerful. Yes, though our minds are unique, there are times that our thinking is in parallel with another especially in cases of Poets and writers. We think and write by using our minds and more with our hearts. It is on this premise that we could feel, see and understand one another. Our thoughts reverberate in other' s heart and mind even in the very soul.

Magnificent, Soul! This reminds of those times when another can articulate perfectly what I am thinking but cannot seem to find...my own words. This is one of your finest verses!

From the heart, to the mind, to the paper from the pen, Though our voices mute, our thoughts still stream my friend. A beautiful and poignant write.