Call Me Not A Poet

Call me not A poet It’s a shame to Shelly and Scott A disgrace to Wordsworth and Frost And heart-broken will be Homer and Tagore Don’t embarrass those all time greats Now sitting in the Lord’s court Crooning their best ever cantos In elegance, ex tempore But I have an earnest hope One day, one of those of my idols Will sure by an accidental glimpse, from heavens Catch me, standing on this Earth With my hands stretched out Trying frantic, to touch at least one star In the vast poetic yonder And make an affectionate chortle Encouraging my puerile endeavor It’s all! Enough for me to set on And stretch out my trifle poetic effort Sathya……