Who Am I? Poem by Ejay 1806

Who Am I?

The pen is my sword,
and the paper my charioteer.
Alphabets form my shield,
and Imagination my armour.

My mind and heart have four children:
The short story is the youngest; full of wonder,
The poem comes next; with beauty of the heaven,
The article is the third; brimming with splendour,
The quote comes fourth; with the wisdom of a raven.

My body is the home
Of this happy family.
And in me together they have sown,
the seeds of literary agility.

I bring joy to people,
I act as their voice.
I mirror their pain, their every feel,
I choose from the platter of immense choice.

I may not be like the singer,
serenading with every note,
I may not be like the dancer,
mesmerising others with the work of their foot.

But I am equally talented.
I can create wonders.
While reality has many minds cemented,  
I gallop into wild adventures.

I create people on the way,
I nourish their new born soul.
I can control what they say,
Be it a superhero or a garden troll.

I am the rainbow in the reader's life.
and the backbone of the publisher's desk.

I light the candle of new beginning,  
and open the door of entertainment.

I am the keeper of words.
I am a Writer .
This is who I am.

Copyrighted Ejay 2016.