Swollen Headed

'Nature says 'there's no poetry Without me' The moon, the sun and the whole cosmos With that do agree The poet takes it very challenging To himself on a spree A surreal poem-drama, his own creation His own imagination, his own imagery He writes.Protagonist--a micro worm Fed with the poet's brain too brainy Too heavy the worm grows and grows Swollen headed too tricky To create its own new world is its role A micro worm's macro imagery A little more brain from the poet given The new creation gets ready But a little more brain from the poet given The poet will die pathetically Nature, the sun, the moon and the whole cosmos All laugh sarcastically Just then a loud sky voice speaks, 'hey poet, mind' 'You've been using the brain I gave you fully' No sooner the sky voice continues Than the poet withdraws his drama sadly But the poet continues to write next 'Man never feels himself a part of Nature'