In my hand, a pen so small,
Writes the tales, both big and tall.
With a line, it draws a dream,
Ink flows like a gentle stream.
Words it writes, both near and far,
Shining bright like a guiding star.
Every story, every song,
In its strokes, we all belong.
About the Creator
Amit Kohli
As a storyteller, I weaves captivating tales that transport listeners into vibrant worlds, blending imagination and emotion into every narrative..
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