For The Caged Poem by kelvin karani

The lip and the nib
No longer will move
So tight in my grip
As I dance and groove
Will be so round a hip

Forget words, sentences.
Pseudo writers and poets
Are scared stiff of them.
No more reading on the walls
Aborted and still born pieces.

Man must live they say
And heroes go in vain.
Forget bravity and its futility
And live life with its pain
Your life is but your own

caged animals must learn
to move only in their cells
think not big but small and,
play safe whenever you can
life is always important

it runs deep where its still
and where there are no ripples
crocodiles always lie in wait
in the jungle and in the ocean
cautious fear saves lives

find better things to do
and shut that smelly mouth
and if you have no ideas
join me in my noble cause
of sowing oats in the wild!