Finally Extinction Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Finally extinction

Why do you think I can't become poet?
Sit in one corner and remain quiet
I can manipulate with records
As I hold the key with words

Do you think I can't woe readers?
Request often to read more
Even though it has no punch
But still I want them inch by an inch

Do not think I will sit idle
Make no move or struggle
I will impose my will
You will still say "oh no more kill"

As I have beautiful face
You may race
To have friendship
But the condition is only readership

Who cares for real stuff?
You can bluff
Put all cock and bull stories
But take not add worries

Now you find us like cat tops
Those emerge after rain stops
Have little breathe space
And finally extinction from the surface