Number One

I want to be number one poet But how to remain calm quiet Something more important to write Ideas clash and make simple fight Consulted friend to execute the idea Simply he laughed at my plea Have you gone mad or insane? Are you on land or traveling in plane? Why to write to become number one? Borrow few from here and there from someone Add some few words with sugar coating Resort to some unusual method and fake voting What are you talking my dear friend? This will kill poetry and bring an end! It is better not write at all Why simple waste for some body’s call You will die unsung hero, Nothing will happen and you will be zero Your poems may be read posthumously Sometimes it may be published anonymously But this is ridiculous and unfair dear If someone comes to know and hear What impression they will have and bear? Nobody bothers and no one will shed tear So many have become number one? They will be there permanent one You may come and you may go They will follow same but you may forgo I did not heed to his advice, Became on line but found surprise “What the hell you are sending request” Why not beg in street instead go for quest I shivered for a moment and remembered This was for asking trouble and uneasy to remember How person could be so rude and impolite? There was shock for simple delight I really felt for those resorting to unfair means It was not deserving and easy win However they may rate and find top place World may forget but loss difficult to replace What are they trying to prove? Is it for cause or self image improved? Why does all methods needed for? Poems mean poems and not open war