Even the most complex person in the world does not boast of simplicity. Simplicity, in now a days, is considered to be the characteristics of a duffer. Though cow has many utility, none glorifies cow, though some pretends to do so for the political benefits. Simplicity is not my trait, never it was. i love metaphysical poetry, not Elizabethan sonnets. I am fascinated by the artistry of Jonathan Swift, rather than by George Eliot. Tennyson abhors me. Browning amazes me. Miss Marple is more near to me rather than Sherlock Holmes. In real life, I love to be critical, crooked, satirical, as well as sometimes conspirator. I am mischievous, though not evil. Beelzebub by no means. May be I am Pope’s Ariel. What I am really? What do you think?