The Scholar of Souls
No wealth I seek, no temporary fame,
I only wish for hearts to know my name.
With every verse, a quiet light I borrow,
To paint the depth of human joy and sorrow.
My pen shall walk through paths of doubt and grace,
A patient traveler in time and space.
For words are gold, the only truth I keep,
Where feelings wake, and silent promises sleep.
— Sahityapremi ✍️