Call Me Not A Poet
Call me not A poet
It’s a shame to Shelly and Scott
A disgrace to Wordsworth and Frost
And heart-broken will be Homer and Tagore
Don’t embarrass those all time greats
Now sitting in the Lord’s court
Crooning their best ever cantos
In elegance, ex tempore
But I have an earnest hope
One day, one of those of my idols
Will sure by an accidental glimpse, from heavens
Catch me, standing on this Earth
With my hands stretched out
Trying frantic, to touch at least one star
In the vast poetic yonder
And make an affectionate chortle
Encouraging my puerile endeavor
It’s all! Enough for me to set on
And stretch out my trifle poetic effort
Sathya……
poem by Sathya Narayana
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