On the red carpet,
I want to sign my book,
where the ink blooms into smiles
and the nib writes new horizons.
On the red carpet,
I want to thank my book,
where words become life
and every page finds its voice.
On the red carpet,
I want to thank my beloved,
whose waiting became devotion
and whose faith flowered with time.
On the red carpet,
I want to believe in myself,
as an author
who thought, wrote, and lived.
On the red carpet,
I want to hold an award,
not for glory alone,
but for every silent hour
that trusted a dream.
On the red carpet,
I want my book to stand tall,
carrying the journey
from an unnoticed page
to a remembered name.
On the red carpet,
I want to know
that every word I nurtured
has found its reader,
its home,
and its light.
