Nearly for two hours
they argued.
'Why..on earth you say no? '
The writer was blank, but cool!
'You're a famous, saleable
..Um.. distinguished writer,
your readers're waiting for
your autobiography'
publisher said. He was mad
with the crazy writer.
'Listen, will you? 'Writer said.
he was calm and relaxed.
He slowly said
'Listen dear friend.
You believe me? '
'Please, don't say that.
You'r geni..'
'That's nonsense' writer said
'You've published my more
than hundred books of mine'
'Yes, I'm proud-'
'I'm grateful-but please return
my story.. it's full of lies..'
'Damn it. it's great and your
readers will jump on it!
man, it's hotcake! Five thousand
copies will just fly like that..!
Please dear don't be a fool'
'I'm a fool' said the writer.
'Look' he said 'It's a fiction,
not a try story..I'm not
like that! It's just imaginary
nonsense..my real story is
horrible. I'm a monster! '
If I give you my true story
You'll not touch it? '
'Oh c'on, this story
is fascinating and catchy..
forget about what's real
and what's not, darling! '
Writer was thinking
with his eyes closed.
Then he said
'Ok.. I think you're right.
Just some minor corrections..
I'm taking the file'
'Fine, That nice of you.
will you return it tomorrow? '
'Certainly' writer said.
He took the file and left.
The street was crowded and
he was just floating aimlessly.
A sharp sound of horn startled him
A garbage van was passing by.
Quickly he threw the file
in the open back of the van
and shouted 'Go..go..go! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Way of telling a story in the frame of poem is beautiful.....liked it...thank you for sharing :)