The poet first fantasises himself <br />As a feather floating across the land, <br />And he fantasises next himself <br />As a cloud that rains over the parched land. <br /> <br />He sometimes transforms himself into a larva <br />That soon opens the cocoon and flies out unto the sky. <br />He often times listens to the musings of the skylarks or the flora <br />And he listens to the sweet nothings of the cosmic cry. <br /> <br />The poet turns sceptical about his fellow men in plight <br />And frowns at their swollen hearts apart. <br />He laughs at the miseries of a world punished by Him in fright <br />And then he longs to be with Him as an escort. <br /> <br />The poet then pleads others to kill him <br />Then he crawls unto a graveyard or climbs up a pile of timber. <br />Now he falls into a ditch dead or lies on the pyre in flames <br />And he wants now to smile from the above! <br /> <br />O poet, don`t cremate yourself like this ever <br />For none will ever give you that salvation! <br />O poet, may sense prevail upon you for sometime here <br />Till the world turns devoid of your good brethren!<br /><br />M.D DINESH NAIR<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-cremation-of-a-bad-poet/
