A poet must be really crazy
Sometimes,
He chooses to understate,
And at times overstates
He yells, laughs and screams
And is quick to embrace solitude
And devour oblivion,
He changes like sun,
Moon and the season
and never a common!
Like Children
He yearns for attention
And ever ready for intoxication
Of poetry, wine, women or green
And by any chance if smitten by love
that's it my lord!
He becomes anything and everything
And cares damn about a thing
Mind you, he writes with authority about all that
Above the earth and beneath the sky!
A pretty punk perhaps...
He hates to the core!
The mighty and spares not even an almighty
He haunts the crony capitalists
And discards bureaucrats, corrupts, hypocrites
and all that annoying routine chores
And at ease endures being poor
With zeal befriends a sage or savage
He can never be disciplined and no conditions apply.
Thus, this creature is truly beyond any description!
Mark my words...
He loves being that way
and always lives his way.
Chandrashekar a posy poet
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-posy-poet/
