Poets are sadly not being applauded
Centuries long their vociferous trait
Within a short stanza
They only are capable to offer humanity with bonanza
There is always a bereft
But their loud calls always bring a deluge to usher humanity in adept!
There are myriad languages
The signals one resort to vent out their grievances
Many are not being heard
But lot of people are infused to make a surge
If we civilized people not being heard of such languages
How could we fathom the potentials of poets of such weird languages?
Their voices are unheard by the sophisticated few
Who only think they alone will stay infinitely without confronting any such hue
Hardly are they aware
Sounds too produce color to induce many to glare
Vibrations it produce
Inspire many with a hope to attain their status which is only true
Within the tribes
Poets only work to infuse their vibes
Those poets became immortal
For their acts to promote upheaval
People who are at the helm
They abhor poets and intend to snatch their realm
But poor majority consider them as cult
Who ushered them to make revolt to ensure balance in human’s engendering tuft!
I wonder why the people at the helm
Afraid of poets and their chastity at random
Their sublime creation few intend to conceal and keep in their custody
Hoping to suppress the people’s insurgency
Cruelty being unleashed by the few towards majority people
Only craving to enjoy the power without any sensible viability
They only focused for their goal
Keeping larger people at bay out of their designed hierarchical protocol
Not knowing that when majority people will reach to the brink of despondence
They will kick out few who are enjoying their hard earned opulence
Poets do act as pivot
Wheels of history move on out of their desired wrath!
Still I have fancy for the poets
For their indomitable recurrent spirits to promote unrest
Only with sincere notes
Equality and humanity will destroy all indecent forts
They are the only precursor to save our climate and environment
We are still enjoying flora and fauna on nature’s floor for poets behest.
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Poetry…Thank God for this…It is every poets purpose to imbue their spirit among peers. I applaud you for this piece! Loreexx
For me, the poet is as much writing for their own interior lyricism as much as for popular recognition and acclaim. Without my poetry, I would, in my mind, be less of a person. Whether or not the world would miss me is secondary. Just keep sharing!