Sweet Revenge

He has crossed over the Everest The line of limit to criticize Even not a piece of grace Or a drop of water Has gone free He is in such an audacity Says Kanchenjunga Poems are dark clouds Blood- life- joy even heat beats Behind all of these there is nothing Only darkness A deceit A movement of surprising hopelessness Your smile is the whip of lightening And white teeth, the hood of a snake Thoughts are like the milk of a crane Tears of a crocodile Very superfluous The blessed boat is without direction Just floating like a straw Philosophy is there There is a goddess of life But no life in her There is a movement Speed and motion are there too But whirling in a circle No shore, no destination Perhaps you could not understand This is my negative capability The power to destroy To create a new You are not less responsible Behind my this type of behavior As you have humiliated me a lot As a poet as a writer And I took a sweet revenge Placing upon in front of you a lot of poems But you told me really these are not Thinking all are only mine Without knowing that some of them are of your favorite poet, your “guru “.