Nightmare

He came by a golden Chariot if I am not mistaken there were five or six horses and the bodyguards too. He threatened me. ' You are a cursed poet, why you talked about poverty, politics, heaven & hell and lot of restricted things? write something else, if you want to continue your career as a poet write things what I want not your nonsense.' He showed me his whip it's a venomous live snake. Then he warned me. ' this is the last chance I am offering you either you take it or leave it'. before he leaves he said 'don't call me here again' and he gave me a list what I have to write.