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To write well doesn't amount means to fight It is well within ambit and right The words come out in form of spirit of light That flashes across mind and travel straight The readers are wise enough To pick what is smooth and what is rough! A path that can satisfy their urgent need Put control over worldly things and greed Real poet is one that makes you laugh Remains with you in happiness till last Share grief with solace in real sense Without adding any fuel to make you tense Some of the poets unnecessarily force their views Never come out of moon light and it's over view! We can praise the nature but not exactly in imagery It has something to do with human nature and misery Many people prefer dark for the want of real guidance That can't be provided by good books at once It has to have ever lasting effect with bold assertion Not to have any excuse at last minute of desertion It is known from first instance When words are put for acceptance Readers come out with emphatic yes Or no with annoyance on their face I shall put it bluntly The poems should not go silently It has its own role to play Remain at heart and permanently stay What after all is the verses form? When people remain loosely attached and well informed We are committed to human cause We can't afford to have even little pause

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