All Are Evolved From The Poet Poem by Gajanan Mishra

This is exactly the idea I want to hear - namely, ALL ARE EVOLVED FROM THE POET. The Poet stands in the center of a stage, perhaps there are two of them, one male, one female, both of them hold on tightly to sheets of paper, one poem per page, perhaps 20-25 sheets each. They are a bit nervous and self-conscious as people come into their tent and begin to fill in the folding chairs. There are mechanics, nutritionists, dentists, doctors, game show hosts, cooks, chefs, teachers and students, housewives, a whole group of house husbands sticking together, police officers, priests, rabbis, mullahs, all talking excitedly to each other, sharing their holy books freely, a Buddhist in orange robes quietly sits down next to a Zen master in black robes, bankers and financiers take the back row of seats, they look sheepish, children suddenly pour in and sit on the floor, musicians start playing music. Let the festivities begin. The poets look at each other, smiling, first the female recites a line, then the male, and it goes on....