Poet-Tree

I kiss your famous reddish feet Forgive me, forgive me; Audacity of this poor fellow be pardonable ; If you have to punish then listen what to be done: Pick up my eye-balls with piercing spear As they failed performing duties Not eyed what worthy of note Have eyed what not to be eyed.. Then pour liquid hot iron ore into my ear-holes As they failed performing duties Not heard what to be heard Have heard what not to be heard... Then pierce my oesophagus with your trident As it failed performing duties Not eaten what to be eaten And eaten what not to be eaten... Then cut my tongue and sew lower lip and upper lip As they failed performing duties Not said what to be said Have said what not to be said... Then cut my legs As they failed performing duties Not gone where to go Have gone where should not go... Then draw out my heart with hot crowbar As it failed performing duties Not loved what and whom to love And it is full of cruelty, meanness, devilish idealisms, greed Hypocrisy, lust, ugly desire, buffoonery and egotism... Burn it to ashes.. At last cut my hands My left hand has done many wicked deeds Chain it for billions of years... Only fix my right hand in the ground If..if..on a certain day It transforms into a a poet-tree...