Written in February, 2016.
Oh where would all the world now be without any people writing poetry? Would it not be like some desert land without the water of an oasis on hand? And how could it ever possibly survive if anybody around didn't really strive to give something of themselves back in making the place better and not lack all those things it didn't have before brought out through our mind's door? Or leave behind some lasting impression for those coming after our current session is what most are here trying to achieve and the world of all its troubles relieve. How could anyone then just fail to see the real person they were meant to be? It may seem strange but true to say we do all look forward to that day. Though there may also happen to be some others who think they are free; from all those things they know bind serving only as some burden of a kind by not making any positive contribution towards the overall progress or solution of that which is held as the desired goal and also the main objective of one's role. Yes, where would all the world really be if people didn't have time to write poetry? __________________________
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