Who Is Great Poem by Prabhat Kumar Sahoo

Undercurrents swallow the man
Deep in the ocean of sorrow
Churn his heart & mind
Burn him to ashes of words
Assuring some lines of poem.

The pen sketch the stream of words
Paper carry all of them
Saying, I hold you, Oh Poem
I am great
Pen say, Oh no!
I am the great
Words grumble, they are great
And also heart and mind
Claims them great.

The human, so poor & fool
Confused and tremble in fear
Who is great
And sleep down like an ass.