Then-1
-What are you doing?
-Writing a poem.
-Title?
-None
-Poem without title? Really?
-Poems are a long way
-Scratching along on the way!
-When will it finish?
-No fixed tenure
-When was it started?
-No time frame for poem,
No start and no end.
-Whom should I address as poet?
-No edge for poets
-So, you mean no existence of poets?
-yes, there. Born blind
-Born blind poet? Ridiculous!
Making fun
Just mocking
Merely murmuring
You, you are so clumsy.
-I know
-If I could see you
-I would strangulate you
Getting excited?
To redeem foes, are the duties of a poet
-I’m not a poet
-Detest for poets?
-But why?
-Poets fall in love seeing a lady
-And lady poets?
-is there any gender for poets?
-Oh you! Just now you said, poets falls, when they see ladies.
-Because, boys are shameless for sake of love
-And girls?
Vulnerable?
-No, not really
Girls and introvert, they utter in mind, don’t expose
-Girls are Dangerous
-Red alert
-150 MW electric volt
-O Jagadish, you’re getting excited.
Ain’t you all bearing?
Lay on the burning surface
Face the typhoon
Cachinnate over volcanoes
Play flute on devastation!
I need to born seven times to surmise you
Yet understood the destiny, in this midlife.