Am I really a poet or a joker You said I amuse you and make you laugh with all futile attempts to win your heart I am half poet and a joker half
Poem is more than a flowing river it should be composed cleaner and neater so I'm attentive of rhyme and rhythm precisely I measure foot and meter
I have nice collection of poetry but publisher saw me with empty purse somehow he wanted to escape from me cunningly asked me to change in free verse
I inflicted wounds on all my poems They were sobbing in tears, What a disgrace! with clothes on their body I hide my sin! no one can notice cuts on their faces
Such poems are all just pornographic jokes, you appreciate fantastically but my heart knows the praise showered on me should be told very sarcastically
