Pen ,paper and writer

Every pen has a connection to the thoughts of a writer,

And

Every writer falls in love with every bit of paper they see..

Be Wise

Wise be in this world
Time shall spare you some time more.


Exhaust yourself to cultivate thee
And row ahead to find your harvest.


prosper life ahead and
Don’t you peep back
For it’s full of disgrace


Words to encourage thou
Are words of blessing you get yourself


Store for yourself without any delay  seasons change at no time
But it shall not spare you more time.

When Crisis Struck

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Where did money go?
To the huts of the poor?
To the cells of the slaves?

Where did money go?
To feed the hunger,
or to shelter the slums?

Where did money go?
To bungalow of rich
or to the bar of drunks?

Where did money go?..

I'm neither rich nor poor
I'm not starving
nor do I have got money..
But still..
where did money go?...