There was a village where people never heard about poetry. Once a poet came across the village. He sat under a banyan tree and began to write poems. Upon reading his poems some people cried, some smiled, some were enlightened and few turned out to be brave enough to fight against injustice. The news flashed all over the village that one magician has reached who can influence their thoughts and emotions. People ran towards the banyan tree in excitement.
Then the poet told, " I am no magician. The words are magical. The language and literature is magical. They never die. They can ignite and influence our thoughts and emotions. They always surprise us with miracles! Try writing something of your own."