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Creating a world unknown,
With some owned thoughts
Turning a stone into gold,
With those stoned plots,
Sowing an afflatus inside the dome,
Of an amateur’s slots,
Penning the heart & soul
On a paper to make worth of every sole shot,
Producing the works,
Turning tables,
Solo artists executing every small job
Covering the world in all sorts,
An able being acting top notch,
For the art, it’s the shrine, worship it just like God
Wanting no favours, a smile alone
Make these words in the story, more strong!