Bottom Poem by Abdul Wahab

Somehow
I manage to go to the house of zenith
Cutting through the darkness
But before I perceive anything
I become really sick
Nothing new I find
Everywhere there is a brilliant discourse
On the topics and of the same old cliches
And all around in abundance spread and scattered
The scarcity of wit and elegance
Before my pride bursts into the sky with a bang
Someone comes near me and in whisper I am told
This is actually the bottom of a pit
In haste I take a run
And desperately climb up and up
Now I sit gasping at the edge of its mouth
And wonder
What a big stupid I am
I take bottom as the house of
Zenith.