Dear poets, it's time you reward the ink vessel that availed the poet in you to pen down the verses of unleashed emotions. It's time to hail the ink, that availed the passion in you pour with a zest of flaming fervour and zing, laden with a veneer of ardour emotions.
𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐤
𝐄𝐱𝐚𝐥𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐲𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐮𝐞.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡,
𝐅𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮.
𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭,
𝐈𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡.
𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐥
𝐓𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭.
This award is arranged solely for the soulful poets, the ink of whose have drawn an Adobe of emotions within words so immaculate, that even a novel falters before the meticulous portrayal of the flaming emotions.