Titular Poem by Suryendu Chaudhury

I feel a poem rise up in breath,
I write the lines in a regular death,
You seek the meaning, you seek the form,
You carefully nurture the weakening worm,
And I add a little rhyme with futile force
Without knowing the truth or conjuring a source,
You critically analyse the purpose of the void,
You smile casually at your neighbour Sigmund Freud,
I spice up with mundane, by calling Franz Kafka
You unwrap the revealed, pointing to Alaska,
I continue as there, perhaps always nowhere,
I challenge Mr Milton for a round of Truth or Dare,
You strike out the letter written to Mr Darcy
You post it to George Elliot hoping for some mercy,
I imitate to suffer, I am not that Marlowe
I extend with no beginning no end,
I just continue to flow,
You may ask often, you may invlove Blake,
You may question the poetic license at stake,
And I a mere none, I believe in a handful of fear,
To enter the dungeon I shall invoke Mr Shakespeare!