haha with a retarded state of mind...I come back again with something that is not me BUt...BUT...is my reflection, somewhat distorted...yet the reality!
Beggers can't be choosers and choosers ought to keep their mouth,heart and everything shut! 
anyway, this is my comeback...at a very low profile.
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Can I give you the credit
for making me what I am?
For making me as worthless
as a wheeless tram?
Oh! I thought I'd outdone myself,
I thought I'd known it all,
How you showed me light,
to 'that' Hidden Pitfall...
Ah!But not going to repeat it,
it's a story so very often told,
it's contained in several books,
which are remarkably sold.
I've felt enough of it,
and you say you haven't enough said,
Or maybe you've made me sensitive enough,
and converted me into a poet instead?
Meticulously drilling that pain,
at tender spots of my heart,
Woah! You just had to use words,
for which people use darts!
And the oozing of those feelings,
like the oil from the ground,
Hey you helped me find 'the' Land,
that I'd never all this time found!
That Land where I could...
give words to my tears,
Give emotions the Sword,
to fight my innocent fears...
Yet the words on these crumpled pages,
dance softly under the shadow of 'that' Candle of Pain,
which once landed me in a Hidden pitfall,
but now has made me a poet in Vain.
-chalakie-
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I'm ending it here because the feelings which I had gone through to be able to write this...had empowered me so badly that I couldn't write in peaceExtreme lack of inspiration and like Milton I couldn't invoke a Muse...still I tried my best. Wa'salam peeps.