The great writer writes spontaneously,
People always say about his brilliant writings,
They praise him effusively,
But the famous author laments
Because nobody remarks on him as a human being
Which is his first important identity;
When I ask him,
"How will they know it? "
The eminent writer emotionally answers,
"My pure and sacred writings are the greatest truth of my soul."
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