Many have tried to stop the writer to stop kissing his papers with his pen.But the request, often times,Runs contrary to what The writer desires to do.

He lives because he releases,all the urges, joys, pains and ‘pointers' that provide a touch to the society, to flow out of his deep recesses.

Imprison the writer and place him in the darkest part of the restriction.It will not kill the revolution.

He gradually turns the prison confines,tint it with the experience and make it a haven.

Kill the writer but the memory of him can not be killed. It will write beyond the imaginations.Of the killer in fervency.

For while readers remain,the writer can not die. Not in the physical realm.But in the realms of the hearts and minds of men.