My first weapon is my pen
It begets words so sharp.
Some, soothing as the songs of the harp
Others, true as the Holy scriptures.
Presented on the eternal parchment of the heart
And capable of moving the mountains of the mind.
It reaches the corners of all social issues.

I also have my imagination.
It seems to have no limitation.
It is the oasis of this age
Where words rise out of the desert of my mind.
It is like a deep well
Where inspirations are drawn from
And poured into the bucket of society.

I have other weapons in store:
My experience, my knowledge and my inspiration.
Like a tiny spore
They bring forth an outgrowth of poetry
That moves the world and touches hearts.
I write my first poems to share my world
With all mankind.

These are my first poems
Its effects, well, you may try to hem.
In my world words come alive,
And in yours they convey
All they have to say.
So sit back and enjoy
The words I employ
To reach you.

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