COMPOST

That woman is sick, she writes filth.... this is what my friend told me about a sixty and something woman writer. Sixty years of life not added any value to her womanhood. She peeps in to the bed room stories of others, spreads gossips apart from washing the feets of her publishers. It is a fact that this woman got hot girls and to find their parenthood one should go behind a DNA test. Such woman.. a shame for the entire women fraternity. I have not heard anyone saying a good word about her in my life. Sick........ that is the only word one can add to her filthy lines which stinks from word to word. Instead of writing filth about others she should go behind her own productions and find out how many black patches they inherited from her as genes. It is not a surprise that a few managing directors and page three news papers hire her and swallow her filth; it is more of a bed relation than that of anything related to literary value. And for the publishers who tag on her use her liberally as she is available freely to spread gossips.. of course in turn they publish her not so worthy accumulations. Let her wash feets of her superiors... she is for sure sell anything from her five hot items to her own character. It is better to tear her pages and make manure for thorn plants. Earth will endure and blend her leftovers as manure for the benefit of womanhood. .