Ample space in my closet
Still feel like a bird in cage
Oceans dried up - empty and barren
My closet is just that space
If you have come this far,
And made sense of first four lines.
I salute your creative genius,
And your intelligence just blew my mind.
Neither I can understand such depth,
Nor I read any such piece.
Even Shakespeare's skeleton shakes up,
Hearing these weird writing techniques.
If a leaf falls from the tree,
Let the poor soul be at rest.
By mixing tea cup and grave,
What are you trying to suggest?
I can still manage to care.
But what the hell is a cobweb doing?
In a poem on love affair.
I understand your in-depth analysis,
The profound thought, a different point of view.
But world is too simple,
Too stupid to understand a genius like you.
Four outdated words - unrhymed,
Use thesaurus on just a few.
Switch between unrelated subjects,
There - a poem too profound to construe.
Superb, outstanding, brilliant,
Such lauds will obviously flow.
As most of your readers are marveling,
At your ability to write 100 lines on homeless crow.
I don't claim to be a poet,
It's too heavy a term for me.
I write simple rhymes,
In which two plus one is generally three.