Poets are crying
Their drops of tears are falling
These are the testimonies of myriad’s sufferings
Their arts are ignored and trodden upon
They felt humiliated for their tedious efforts at random
But silenced by cacophony in and around
Not capable to impact on majority’s faculty
They are sad for being neglected for their fecundity
Their inks are drying up on their white sheets
Only insects are appearing as blots and hovering on their deeds
Insects do have the freedom to live
Indulged by the poets who are obliterating poets deeds
They are obsessed of their sheets not to be defaced
Poets only indulge the minute creatures to thrive and inclined to efface!
Poets’ verses are continuously surfaced
But few at the helm apply their nefarious efforts to suppress
Yet poet’s concern for the deplorable mass
But few acrimonious and eccentrics unrestrained greedy inclinations are the cause of all ruckus
They simply ignore to heed
Poets are of exquisite breeds
They only have the capacity
Century’s long human tapestry
Exists on poets upholding senses of harmony!
Painters too are bemused
Their creations are not applauded to adduce
Their arts are frozen
Like ice needed to heat to reign
The fire within them
Can trigger to melt ice with ecstatic rhythm
Ushering myriad to taste freedom
A birthright which all creatures are being endowed to entitle and fathom
In nature’s floor to proliferate at random!
Music too makes huge furor
Infuse people with vibrations to make an uproar
Catapult people with invigorating energy
To make a delectable synergy
A sound energy makes a battle prolific
Enabling a side to emerge victorious, this is sheer electric
Surely favoring the legitimate side
Who are formidable for their right with due might!
