I am short of words
But let my ink bleed
I am exonerated
From the see of faults
I thank your spirits
For giving me acceptance
Like a small boy ,I submit
I submit to directions
Just from my master
I give all, just like you handed
A wise master,is a sigh to the subject
I subject myself for wisdom
I humble myself
Indeed as a slave
Teach me wisdom
Hand me power and brain
To express ideas in pen
I always admire your pen
And even plan to make it mine
But fate is on my side
I since come to a rest
Because assurance is mine
When blessing will be channeled
I am glad to be the successor
In promiscuous plea
I will make the art last
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