A Poem. Poem by Madhav Sarkunde

As I see
Tom
Dick
Harry
Scale
A ladder
Of glory
Through
Plagiarism
My words
Are stifled
My belief
In poem
Staggers
I look into
The vacant
Sky for long
For freeing
Myself
Of the rapist
Memory
Then suddenly
My eyes meet
Pure white
Herons flying
In formations
Against
The backdrop
Of dying light
O my Gosh!
A miracle
Befalls me
My hearts
Cracks open
Like cotton bolls
And a poem
Tumbles out;
A poem
Having
Its own
Roots!