Dear esteemed poets, see, your poetry all alone can’t change the world miraculously within a week, a month, a century. But you can use it to build people who could later change the world, from now till infinity. Nobody says you should be perfect just for the sake of it. Poets, pen your words, and let them flow when they’re supposed to. Don’t cage them when they’re supposed to enjoy the freedom of movement in your dazzling world of imageries. You’re the master of your pen. So, go control it!

…And, one could say:

All you need, as a performance poet or a page poet, is an avenue. This could be an environment which allows you to unleash your potentials and make use of your creative acumen effectively. All you need, right now or soonest, as a wordsmith, is a platform. All you need is a bleeding pen if only you are set out to write some poignant contents that speak volumes to all and sundry. Your words can pierce the soul, incite the heart, and feed the mind. Your words, a brick of your world, can make or mar your curious reader. Your words–the fire that burns down your seemingly disappointed mood and keeps you awake by the day–are a treasure of a thousand thoughts and innermost feelings. You love to write? Keep at it.

One last thing: Read. Write. Build yourself.