POEM
Genuine is my artistic poetry.
Genuine is my artistic mind.
I am superior to all.
No loyal is there but
they have superiority with them.
Genuine is my letter.
It is favoured by soil and rivers.
Genuine is my mind,
False blame is there.
True is I but…….
Genuine is I with the artistic speech and the letters.
The genuine thought is there to make ditch to thieves.
