Clickety-Click; Clickety-Click; Clickety-Click
Was the sound that reverberated in the cubicle,
As if soldiers marching in a parade -my ears with my mind discovered this new angle,
However, it wasn't an angle as there was one more element in action,
The fingers of the Writer, roving over the Typewriter keys in deep passion,
So, it turned out to be a Triangle - The Golden Triangle,
Comprising of a writer, his typewriter, and its keys!
His thoughts are in a flow, like sailing across the seven seas,
Pouring the thunderous rain of his thoughts onto the sail that he set for his journey,
But so drowned in the process of typing was he, that his mind got drained of its thoughts,
And the paper that was set on the typewriter roller, carried his thought footprints.
Now totally drained, his fingers stopped moving and he felt so lost and torn,
But a smile creased on his lips, as he saw that on the paper a story was born!
He rolled another paper and once again marched away in glory,
Clickety-Click; Clickety-Click; Clickety-Click reverberated the sound in the writer's cubicle as he started spinning another new story!
- The Story of a Passionate Writer!