I do not know the star position of the moment I thought of creating myself a blog. Whatever, at the back of my mind there must have been a feel for the need of a vent, a vent to my poetic diction.This feel, rather want, was being continuously suppressed by me for long . Again I say, I do not know how the mistle outmiffed to be a hale hailstorm.
Wednesday, September 01, 2010
A Dictator
There used to be a dictator, but nobody listened to him. Still there lives a dictator, he only listens to his whim.
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