Your Finest Poetry

There are some sufferings When you witness You feel like laying down your pen Throw out as garbage all shits of paper Where you penned sufferings That comes nowhere near What you witness The real sufferings When you wish You had the might To open the doors Set free the caged birds See them soar in the blue Then come back once Write your last poem Saying you achieved it The incredible feat Of doing a little something Tangibly good And way better Than what floods your paper And there wasn’t anything Greater to get From poem From life Not anything more For you delivered The ultimate poetry When you bought two birds Caged cramped suffering Opened the door See them soar free Gave this world Your finest poetry!