"penetrated poetry...": This Writer Needs Changes

"penetrated poetry...": This Writer Needs Changes

This Writer Needs Changes

As a new stream of change, he loves the conversion in the world, he can change it sooner.Literature is the only weapon he have it at present. He loves to throw his words like the waves, the roaring oceans through his poetic language and the strength is yet determined by strong pulse of knowledge. He like to change the customs of the world, because the world is now quiet in a mess.He wants to show all in the era is against the ‘Satan’—he proclaimed, there is each satan in each mind.So Change him

The way which he wants is Divine—that never its roots decay, with any change in Nature. Nature needs true men and a good breathing society, Wise and cultured,with truth and sincerity.His journeys are for that, he needs Knowledge—through his inventions.

Dictated Revenge

There must be no comparison  with any force for present stage for me to repel;no longer I need that curse;but `scrutiny' is my very genuine habit —that I  do gaze into the prolonged elements of theWorld;and there are many wonders round that above said `World' ,I will make that World as a 'study room' that imparts 'Cultural knowledge'.When the World is my `Muse',the cradle of civilizations,once rich and Cultured with transient preassure.Now will we see those Cultures were torn from the society of all those had good names and darkness prevailed through the gloomy,deserted mankind and sadness is the answer alone.To the very point of view its all about a forest of wild and rugged characters of mankind;with extremity my mind wants to prove and `revenge' for a manly voice —since I kept the very word,which in my opinion is a slow process;to demonstrate for the present wretched society, to follow with peaceful views or if they can't, let them perish by misfortune and grudge one another,are those,who made the Earth's beauty blushed and all her hopes and happiness, until her deep shills I heard with a pensive mind.So that thence I found my arrows of self intention,a secret revenge as my 'pen' I held high,and named it as my `Sword' and for those however never seen the real horror.