My God, The Blunder Of Being A Poet Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

My God, the blunder of being a poet,
You make me not a poet again, if this be,
Putting aside everything, see me, how mad am I
After becoming a poet,
Leaving it all!

Sometimes forget I to take food,
Sometimes take I my bath in the evening,
Sometimes visit I not the doctor even in my illness,
Leaving all,
I after becoming a great man.

Those who had not to be have become,
Something depends on fate,
My destiny not in favour of
But I struggling to be a poet,
Fate the Chancellor will not make me
And instead of keep I writing,
Hoping against hope.

God, how mad am I that run I madly after Kavita, Miss Poem,
Trying to make her hear my poems
Which but she will not,
As has many a poet,
So, You please plot it otherwise
In making someone throw the shoe
On my dais
When keep I reciting a boring poem.