Useless Poem

In this fortunate morning I have gone through many volumes of poetry Yet I did not get any idea to write my own poems Nor did I inspire a bit to write anything All the ideas came into mind On many accounts seemed to me worthless Either these ideas are over told again and again Or the meaning of these ideas have been lost Why not then, honesty is picking up Or humanity is growing fast? The choice of men has been deteriorated so low Otherwise, how can a man voted to power Whose track record says he is a murderer In another world in another country People are gearing up to vote the jokers and buffoons What they publicly say It shows that they are racists, hate mongers It seems in their hearts only are slurs and wars Whatever is going all over the world is not going for good But what can I do? I cannot leave this world In great sorrow I write this useless poem.