Poet

Poet?

Do not call me a poet!

They are so useless!!

All the time making nonsense

In the afternoon, in the morning

At night when all respectable persons are asleep

It is not bad thing, I agree

But there is a time and a place

One cannot write poems all the time!

Poems will not feed munna or pay rent

Even your artists will tell you that

This is the world we live in

One can do nothing about it!

And anyway

These are modern times now

No one needs these people anymore

Long ago also they were there

These poets of yours

But those were important people

Like Ved Vyas

God himself became his scribe, you know

The sage recited and Ganesha

wrote them all down

And then there was Meera

That queen that left a palace

To sing poems, imagine!

I could not do that!

Even that fellow they still make us read

Shakespeare, read his poems

What a sad man he seems!

A genius, I also agree

But what a price to pay!

Today you wake up

And there are poets everywhere

I am not complaining, understand

I think it is good only

But now everyone is writing and writing

And no one reads

Those people when they wrote

God also listened, yes?

Who will listen to us? 

We also cannot listen to us