The Brotherhood of Ink

The Brotherhood of Ink

Along the quiet edge of an evening street,
Where footsteps of day and moonlight meet,
A circle of poets, shoulder to shoulder,
Brothers of ink, hearts growing bolder.

With notebooks opened like windows wide,
And pens like rivers at rising tide,
They gathered not to boast or compete,
But to lift each voice, to make words complete.

No stage, no fame, no noisy applause,
Only verses formed from unwritten laws,
That poems are bridges, not walls to divide,
And true art lives when ego steps aside.

One wrote about dreams turning into gold,
Another of stars the sky could barely hold,
A third wrote hope for the tired and weak,
A fourth wrote courage no silence could break.

They shared their lines like shared bread and tea,
No envy, no rush, no jealousy—
For poetry was bigger than any single name,
And a poet grows stronger when others do the same.

They offered advice like lanterns in night,
Not to dim a voice, but to help it shine bright,
They tuned each verse, like strings of a lute,
Not to change its soul, but to help it speak truth.

“Write what heals,” one whispered with grace,
“Write what makes the world a kinder place.”
“Write the struggle,” another replied,
“But end every battle with hope on your side.”

No poet there wrote for money alone,
Though success is sweet, like fruit when grown—
They wrote to serve hearts who needed light,
For every poem is a small torch against night.

And when they parted, beneath the evening air,
They left not just words, but wisdom to share.
For each poet carried a piece of the rest,
Like a verse that fits perfectly inside a chest.

And so grew the circle, from ten to a hundred,
Their impact rose as their unity thundered,
Because poetry is power when given, not stored,
Like rain that gives life, not treasure to hoard.

O reader, if your pen feels heavy someday,
Find poets who lift, not those who betray.
For the Brotherhood of Ink still waits for you,
With space in the circle, a chair, and a view.

Bring your struggles, your hope, your voice that’s unique,
Write bold, write true, let your purpose speak.
Join the poets who build, who uplift, who begin—
Welcome, dear writer… to the Brotherhood of Ink.