When restlesness sweeps into mind ...
random thoughts make u crazy.....
u crave for imagination rather than reality....
u become a poet...
a poet born from imagination...
a poet who lives in imagination...
but no where a writer in real......
coz u never know what reality is...
what am i now???
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Nobody knows about themselves,
ReplyDeleteeverybody has got same talent and same nature, but only thing is to modulate and evaluate our talent into the way of success direction ,then and then only we can say its the meaning of our life