There, I said it!

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?

Rhyme-meter-syllable-style,

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Four outdated words - unrhymed,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.