A Corpse Is Here, To Remind You All Poem by Tulsi Shrestha

A half mad cheated by his own faith
He had lost parents when he was infant
Betrayed by his beloved dear, for he waspoor.
He exploded his pain and grief in form of poems
To calm down and recover himself from distress
Literature world treated it as just weird whim.
No publishing house responded with due care.
No one valued his creativity and sensitivity.
Suddenly he disappeared from the sight of the world.
Where he is alive or not, no one is there to care.
The wheels of time flowed with its own stream.
By coincidence, a student found manuscript of
Precious compilation of mad man's poem
Magical displayed words moved him.
He doctorated in poem of that mad man.
And published for the whole world to read.
The words drenched with pain of true love
Recalled attention of almost poets of the world.
Recitation of mad's poems in poetic confluence
Turned a matter of glorious excellence.
A group of Eminent poets organized so-called
International literary confluence to highlight
Poems of half mad but renowned poet.
A little bit far away from poetic confluence hall
A very dirty beggar, with unusual behaviour
seemed begging with Passersby.
All of sudden, he noticed echo of
A few words, familiar with blood stream
That Reverberated in his ears for long time.
Magnetic attraction of those recited words
Enforced him to move towards confluence hall.
He turned lucky, by chance, there is no any guard
To inhibit his entry, might be listening inside.
He entered inside without anyone's notice
One of revered poet is reciting one of
Master piece of mad poet with analytical review.
Appreciating his creativity and mystical nature
Hidden inside his metaphorical expressions.
He insighted mad poet as the poet of century.
Although benevolent poet was not alive
And he is not with them, his creations
Would carry fragrance of his creativity forever.
He assured it again and again.
In response to speaker, hall echoed with
Clappings of almost all audience including
Unnoticed beggar in the last row
Who is still clappings without break.
He makes forcefully his way to stage
Against will and protest of volunteers
Holds mic to spell a few words
"A corpse is here to remind you all
I am still alive not dead,
Isn't it too late hear me, I am creator of
Poems that you are reciting "
He observed a death silence in hall
No one responds a single word
Poetic Confluence hall sounds just
Like a barren field of literary world.

Composed by Tulsi Shrestha
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2019....May 3...10 am