When everyone in a swell
Is writing perfectly well
And on everything
With a lot of zing
What more can I add?
What else do I pad?
Am I of any use
If at all to the muse?
So, my dear men and women!
I bid adieu to my pen!
Well, when you, they and every one
Are doing good under the sun
And bad too in this world
Have equally unfurled,
What more can I do
That’s anything new?
Of what worth
Is my birth
On this earth?
Brothers and sisters, so!
From hence pronto I go.
[May 23,2009: : Hyderabad - 500 056]
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