The words are conveniently blocked out
The sentences are totally blotted out
The meanings are hidden inside miseries
As understood by the literary treasuries
Every time a writer like me writes and writes
about the souls of millions dying in poverty lurid lights
An ocean of poetry prose in pseudo neo modernism
by the popular stricken literary giants prism
simply swallowing the realism by their selfish..selfi ism

To reach the audience and the readers
To reach their attention and their radarsAn ordinary poet like me should dance
Dance and dance along the lines of chance..

O poet ..O poetry...O prose..O writer..
Do not get carried for e'er
Thou time will come will definitely come..

To the literary world a poet has come..
To the literary world a poet has come..
Ragavapriyan Thejeswi