He approaches all with an open mind
Travels, not knowing what he’ll find
              
He believes in intriguing hidden stories
Some laced with miseries, some with glories
                    
He hangs out in lobbies to meet people
He listens to the brave, to the feeble
                    
He is not averse to be seen with outcasts
Out of all the tales, he wants one that lasts
                   
He knows, appearances can be deceptive
To both saints and sinners, he’s receptive
                          
He is entirely comfortable in his own skin
Can hear the surly, the mean over the din
                        
He befriends and questions the crooked
If his work is not insightful, he feels it’s dead
                          
He can deftly smoke out the masked truth
As he goes around probing like a sleuth
                    
He has all the hallmarks of a true writer
Safe scribes are loved but he is brighter