The Poet Poem by Ibnu Baker

I am a poet…! !
One who sows thoughts
within your mind
using words…! !

This is the certificate of appreciation
you have granted me…! !

To you, who doesn't knows difference
between lust and love…
I speak of love,
blending in some lust for the sake of interest…

Only to earn your praise…! !

While you celebrate me
in awe after reading,
I find a sense of self-gratification in it…! !

I know well that
you, too, find pleasure
in reading my poems…! !
So that you do not forget me,

I tell four acquaintances
to speak of my poems on every stage
and act surprised…! !

Does one need to teach a debate speaker
how to speak…! ! ?

To refresh myself in your memories,
I often exhaust myself
researching new tactics…! !

The garlands of praise I weave…
bring me titles and awards
from the centers of power…! !

Though I am the voice
of those seated on thrones…
I carefully write 'revolutions'
ensuring no one is offended…! !

Writing about the 'Scepter' and 'Che Guevara'
in the same breath…
Isn't that the beauty of poetic style…! ! ?
I
n moments when a lavish meal
refuses to digest,
I write about 'hunger'
just to settle my stomach…! !

And occasionally, about women…! !
Otherwise, how else
to charm my female fans?

Regarding corruption,
atrocities, communal riots,
dictatorship, or exploitation…
Never ask me to write…! !

I am a famous poet..
Won't you yourselves
claim that the answers
lie within my silence,
and add new layers of glory to my name…?

That I am a selfish poet
of a selfish, fear-stricken society,
is nothing more
than going along with the crowd…! ! ?

Shhh…..

Someone is speaking
of a new thought…

Wait patiently

until I steal it…
You might get
another chance
to praise my brilliance….! !