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It is still in my mind,who trapped me into this riddle.What could have been wrong with me to become a person other than a writer or poet ? Those who get ample of time to think for themselves and about their family.They devote time and flourish.But what I do,just entangling  myself in a world of none.What pleasure do I receive out of these dry and sapless words.Really to trod on this way is only blessed with thorns and the petals of roses are strewn on the path of those selfish people who are far away from poetry.But one thing they are blessed with beautiful flowers but and have no sensation to sense the fragrance of flowers.All those people run after material gains hardly understand the call of minds.They are only poets and writers who are capable to penetrate the remote corners of mind.

SURENDRA PALLAI