I am a poet
I don’t like to act under any duress
I love to enjoy my freedom
Not being scripted by the ruling fraternity to satiate their souls at random.
Poets are having an inherent capacity
To draw a picture of future suppose to be emerged with their audacity
None in the corridor of power like their integrity
Poets are always subjected to few nefarious faculties atrocity!
Poets are like caged bard
As long they sing to soothe their master’s heart
They are fed and nurtured with care by their masters
Failing which they unknowingly script their tryst with destiny
When masters find them futile, no longer bringing any melody
They tend to kill them for their flesh without any qualms or any sense of guilty
Their existence is just obliterated from nature’s floor by the whims
of their masters
When their voices no longer satiate the desire of their masters!
Birds death hardly having any impact on human’s faculty
They die regularly in huge number silently
But we human feel abruptly startled
When a stone block fell in nature’s surface
We could realize evidently the impact of strong force and gravity
Weak force do have a say in our available vicinity
But hardly having any impact on our mental fecundity!
Since time immemorial poets are struggling
To serve mankind with their adept style
Paving the way for a new world to emerge
Where equality overbears and makes a huge appeal to the majority to
promote a sensible ruckus!
