I still remember that, I sat down to read and suddenly wrote two poems. Both began, both ended then, I used to laugh a lot when I saw the footsteps of that poem. Not long after that, writing, Suddenly one day the desire to create rhythm wakes up again. I used to write poems on the pages of my diary, Since then, writing poetry has been my favorite hobby. His own messy writings were confined to the pages of his diary, I just said to Bubu, 'Bubu, I have written a few verses.' Bubbu reads and says- 'Wow! You write very beautiful poems! But why don't you reveal it? ' He was the first inspiration for me to write this random poem, Added to the list of inspirations are my dear friends. One day they saw my poem in the diary, Surprised to say- 'You write such a good poem? Didn't you tell us? I will continue writing, Don't do any hela. ' I'm surprised, Seeing so much inspiration from them, Inspired by them, the sting of my pen seemed to get stronger. I have given gifts of love to a few people, My messy poems. In return I got their happy smile, That smile is the inspiration for my writing. Inspired by Reverend Shafayet Raihan Bhaiya, My darling little sister is giving more. Now again some readers are inspiring, There was love for everyone for centuries. I know, My writing is so messy with raw hands. However, I will say, I can write so much, I got their inspiration. They have contributed a lot to my writing. Let inspiration be the greatest tool for success.