Don't ask; 'Where do you live'?
If your heart don't provide me space,
Then I am under the blue space,
Raise your eyes and see - I am writing,
Writing for you, for ever,
This is my business from aeon,
The eternity envisaged me,
on the unseen fonder,
Look yonder yonder yonder,
Don't wander, just wonder
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I am writing, Writing for you, for ever, This is my business from aeon, - -and even your closest friends won't understand the compulsion to write that propels us through our life