Having Signed Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Having signed, putting the signature upon,
My specimen signature not,
I confused in,
Whether I was the signing man,
I mean the signing authority
Who signed in that way,
In such a fine legible way,
Instead of being illegible?

Yea, having signed, I thinking within
If I the same man
Who put the signature here
And lo, my signature has turned into an artistic piece,
A thing of calligraphy and musemology,
The archival studies,
I put the signature in a different mood of mine
And turned it otherwise,
Instead of

And that is why people say it today that
Signature has turned into an art
And that is why keep I experimenting with
In many a mood and style of mine,
But my art will my art
Lest it be questioned by the bakers
For proof and put to verification
As they will not give money
If the signature differs from that
Which is in their ledger book or record

I, on marking my signature
Which I did without any sponsorship of a company
For any brand or product,
They trying to duplicate it,
But they won't, I feel,
They won’t be able to copy out
My artistic signature,
Elevating me to the rank of an artist
But the differing signature the cause of anxiety
And the trouble of my fixity and concentration
And being centred.