Eat my little dream <br />Like a forbidden fruit <br />And tell me <br />How it tastes like? <br />Sour, sweet, bitter or awful <br />Tell me in the straight and plain language <br />As I am not in the mood of unraveling your <br />Fancy lyrical metaphors <br />Decorated with artificiality <br />And irony <br />No more literary art <br />No more philosophy <br />Just speak to me in blunt words <br /> <br /> <br />You call yourself a poet <br />When you don’t even know the art <br />When you don’t even realize the obligation <br />Of being an oracle <br />The prophecies are just communicated <br />Without any conscious alteration <br />Or interpretation by lesser self <br />You can’t refine or slice <br />The revealed Reality <br />You just have to tell me <br />The real Truth <br />In the same monotonous tone <br />It came to your <br />Psyche <br /> <br />Oct 11,2008<br /><br />Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-pinnacle-of-creativity/
