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I pen this down... To check if I still have something to say.. After facing all the wrath of destiny.. I pen this down..  To have an eye on the silent storm in me.. Which has been quiet for quite long.. I pen this down.. To know the answers of some questions.. Afterall I have heard, poetry can do miracles... I pen this down.. To check whether the poet in me is still alive.. Or I am left to be accused as a murderer too... A poet who is truly respected  may not be the most brilliant cited  nor number one in the recent survey  but someone whose mind best convey.  A poet who is a creative critic  may not be someone who is prolific  nor gives comment somewhat stupor  but the one who inspires as a mentor.  A poet who reads poems and analyses  may not be someone who is the wisest  nor his poetry the most read composition  but becomes an epitome of the association.

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