Ordinary and gentlemen people are supposed to be quiet It is more or so in case of shy poets They may try to extract any thought that may try to emerge What else can be attributed for the self to purge?   What poor poet expects from fellow brethrens? When her mind is occupied with devotion and no concerns? What all ideas may be invading his mind? Single mind to be concentrated and find   Long drawn battle for conceptual acceptance Is this task not daunting and challenging at once? He is for peace and stability among people Life once again to breathe without any troubles   How many thoughts to be discarded? How many views to be reviewed and rewarded? So much struggle in mind for beautiful presentation Not for any appreciation or getting the citation   The flowers boom in beautiful garden They gain full blossom at maturity even But how many disappear even at the down of the day? Who hold their fingers in hand and show the way?   So many poets beat their drum in wilderness Present their fine creations and surface Many may be just dreaming about bright sun What tragically remains in their luck to run?   No one takes note their sad demise How many pledges were made with promises? They all are found now useless and hollow What else is left for them than to lie low?   Not all can reach to great height Unfortunates may even meet bad fate Their dreams will be shattered once for all World may watch their nose dive and fall   Another bright star may be lost It will not at somebody’s cost Some good heart may breathe last time Where do we think or care any times?      

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