Here lies in restful slumber
All my attempts at immortality
Baby, they’ve got my number
For it’s the World Day for poetry
My poems they are a snoring
I guess that’s the message they convey
Even though they may be boring
Baby, its world Poetry Day
So dust my old poems
And read them once again
If you’ve never read them
It’s your lucky day and your gain.
Does this day have any meaning?
Does this day benefit poets like you and me?
Baby, can’t you hear me screaming?
Don’t bother; Let my poems be free
For such a day will only kill my creativity
Every day is a day of poetry for me
For I’m aiming only at immortality
So please let us poets be…
No comments:
Post a Comment