Finally extinction
Why do you think I can't become poet?
Sit in one corner and remain quiet
I can manipulate with records
As I hold the key with words
Do you think I can't woe readers?
Request often to read more
Even though it has no punch
But still I want them inch by an inch
Do not think I will sit idle
Make no move or struggle
I will impose my will
You will still say "oh no more kill"
As I have beautiful face
You may race
To have friendship
But the condition is only readership
Who cares for real stuff?
You can bluff
Put all cock and bull stories
But take not add worries
Now you find us like cat tops
Those emerge after rain stops
Have little breathe space
And finally extinction from the surface
Now you find us like cat tops Those emerge after rain stops Have little breathe space And finally extinction from the surface
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Intriguing poem. Was glued to every word.