Swollen Headed Poem by Indira Renganathan

'Nature says 'there's no poetry
Without me'

The moon, the sun and the whole cosmos
With that do agree

The poet takes it very challenging
To himself on a spree

A surreal poem-drama, his own creation
His own imagination, his own imagery

He writes.Protagonist--a micro worm
Fed with the poet's brain too brainy

Too heavy the worm grows and grows
Swollen headed too tricky

To create its own new world is its role
A micro worm's macro imagery

A little more brain from the poet given
The new creation gets ready

But a little more brain from the poet given
The poet will die pathetically

Nature, the sun, the moon and the whole cosmos
All laugh sarcastically

Just then a loud sky voice speaks, 'hey poet, mind'
'You've been using the brain I gave you fully'

No sooner the sky voice continues
Than the poet withdraws his drama sadly

But the poet continues to write next
'Man never feels himself a part of Nature'