Writer The Unsung Hero

What would you write when someone would tell you to write something you wanted to? What would you do when you want to pour your thoughts on paper but not a single ink got bleed through your pen? You’re among the scuffle of thoughts, genres of stories which are born in your mind but yet it’s hard for you to choose the desirable one. The one that lights your eyes when you read it, the one you want the world to read so that they can know you. Know you if you’re in despair or love, know if you want to fight and want to spread the eternal peace. But always there’s a shadow of disappointment killing you from inside, a shadow which tells you to give up but it always depends on you, the unsung hero,  to know how to use the shadow.

That hero knows how to understand the life, how to pour his thoughts on paper. He knows how to rise from the mold of papers and scattered ink pens. He knows his act can create war; he can create and destroy worlds through the nib of his pen. He can let people know what love or fear is. His clothes are dirty, his coffee is cold. But his stories are warm when he printed his thoughts on paper. He is the one we call in our language the writer. 



-Zain Rizwan