When human suffering caused me helpless and my soul has internal struggle without external visions and becomes me paralysed until I don't hold a pen to write my soul's voice. When intellectual people blame me wrongfully and cleverly tried to cover up their wrongs, my soul never accepted their wrongs and compelled me to write until it didn't stop aggressiveness.
My poetry is natural pure as water. I never thought when I write. I write but my assembled for me. Sometimes it donated me more than seven poems at once sometimes it stops for long until injustice never compelled her to open its mouth.
I seen my soul working as my partner and directed to me and covering my cowardness. I get mental on many occasions when I stop to hear it. At that time it also punished me as I felt pain. I never write if my soul never becomes awaken.
