The Monuncurator Poem by HIMAvinandan D'Costa-Roy I

I do four sides for two,
Six for three,
Twenty for one,
And each and every,

Not interested any more!
We're done!
You'd just be pointed out my money!
And you'll grab it and run!

Yes when I see, so
When I say, no
Not never
And when not, go

What do they care for nowadays?
How bad?
How much is want to be happy?
And how much more to be glad?

It isn't to you, nor they us,
Our's not the discrepancy
Yours alone, not to we, nor them we,
You don't yet really know who
I am or what I'd really do,
Old or new,
I have exactly the right things for you

Where you are
I am not but here,
Not there, then, still?
Yes, without, true, as faith and fear

Not, or seen, or
Seeing, won't you know
Asking such meaning over
Why far so?

Gret, own were
Sure you had missed me
Prepare forth very day, now
To be set free

THE MONUNCIATION