If we poets don't spill blood on our body but instead spill ink on the pages, will it not count as pain?
If we poets instead telling you our heartaches, show you by writing a poem, will it not count as real?
If we poets don't help people but instead our poems will help people, will it not count as humanity?
If we poets instead sharing our story, write a poem and get you an idea of the script, will it not be a story?
If we poets don't cry our tears infront of people but instead, make people cry through our poems, will we become inhumans?