One man got a pen. He had something to tell. So he wrote a lot. But nobody paid any attention, then and afterwards. This was the future and it was inevitable. But he didn’t know that. So he continued to write a lot. He thought he was doing something different, something useful, something precious, something great. Thus he wasted his life.
One man with a pen had something to tell. But he had a vision. He knew what would happen afterwards. Still he continued writing –hoping against hope- /with _wedi_ false _ hope.
One man with a pen had something to tell. But he knew the future. So he didn’t write.
One man with a pen had something to tell. He also knew the future. So he broke the pen and used the nib as an ear-cleaner. Thus he spent his life cleaning his ears. This was another, but may be a better way of wasting life.
One man with a pen also knew the future.
Still he urged the man in front to read. But it was useless.
He urged and urged and even tried to force many more people to read. But nobody listened and nobody read.
On the contrary, they unanimously declared him an idiot.
One man with a pen also knew the future.
So, after writing, he grabbed the neck of the man in front and pressed his head and then hit it hard in his writings.
He tried and tried till he became tired and in the attempts broke the head of the man in front.
But it was not possible for him to make the man in front to read.
One man with a pen wrote a lot. Afterwords he came to know what happened afterwords. Then he committed suicide by stabbing himself with his pen.
One man with a pen also knew the future. Still he wrote. After completing his writing he stabbed the man in front with his pen and put a full stop with the point of nib coming out from the back and dripping with blood.
One man with a pen also knew the future. So he threw his pen and took a sword. With the sword he killed the man in front who won’t listen. But if the man in front is dead, who will listen? But this he realized afterwards.
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