Oh! LITERATURE ✍๐ฟ
What is no longer a rumour about you but truth to tell?
It keeps flowing like the gigantic ocean
That the teller_ write are mourning to behold
What a great loss has happened?
As my ink pick to bleed in pain for the loss
My heart further to plea on behalf for literature not a looser
I keep wondering to wonder what will happen to the beauty of literature
Oh! Literature, the first and best subject that depict realities
Thy literature, mother to all courses that showcases man's belong
Of which ears is to hear out without yawning
To which eye is to bleed man's loss of later regret
Of which leg will run the errand to talk to home
That every soul is drowning as writers who ought indulge in its hole
Not realising the disperse of head with literature
And to fact that AI has taken the role of literature
I hope to convince here and there literature not a looser
Forefathers tends to prove thy future of literature
How wishes is for AI to breeze out like the tattered kite
For its welcoming in open arms disburse head with void
Abike's gifted ink
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