The Man Poem by Satyapriya Gupta

Talking about the human smartness,
We stand up for his rankness.
Be it everything or a mere conversation,
Hats off to him for his uniqueness.

The epitome of bravery, a gyre of activity,
Talk of the town is his creativity.
The bulleteers stand to cheer for him vociferously,
As he takes the road to drive out miraculously.

Nobody can stop him; none can stand in his way,
He is the master we all bow down to obey.
Words seek him for his sole ministry,
He is the day of all today's poetry.

Colors, canvases, brushes and all,
Are just mere objects for him to have a ball.
Tendency to make a working room stop,
Which he enters and everybody is in awe.

Amazed to see such a beautiful art of god,
Relishing in his attitude as he takes the lot.
His sophisticated gait, his wonderful style,
Is food for all the men out to have a life.

Stand up, as we stand up to respect his humility,
But he shakes his head in his own modesty,
Never have I come across a person so perfect,
We all know him as.