Reflections, the reality of writings, 
Which boost the poets writing, 
Which carves the authors writing, 
Which proves a platform of promoting, 
The then and everyone's writing. 

A ray of hope to the minds of blooming buds, 
Who were in the dream of blind man's buffs, 
Who tried to believe the house of mud, 
Who never gave up the belief of good. 

Wasn't the appreciation offered, 
To one who engraved, 
The ability of yours to write your emotions, 
With every thought of deep devotion. 

Must it is made where a monthly poem, 
Must it is made where a monthly prose, 
Must it is made where a monthly story, 
It is the tale of The Platform Of Reflection fairy. 

From paid to free, 
Who made you believe, 
You can write and write, 
Without any needed blind tree. 

Gestures of gratitude and appreciation, 
To the family of known stimulation, 
The reflection goals, 
The reflection goals. 

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