I AND MY MIND:

I was in a poor farm, when I came to know the history, the trumpet of English Literature.I never knew how should I going to exploit myself to depth of thoughts..but several skeletons I feel be used to move that perverse me around the poor farm of my mind. I partially-won... I could half-reveal out the thoughts that were constantly uttering and shrouded my mind, I came across the steamer of literature..Thanx the world, as yet my wryness upto.., that how much I can..