The Chaffy Poets Poem by Subrata Ray

The Chaff y Poet

No river of suffering I did wade,
I read books, and lecture made,
I did not have the chemistry to react,
I am a product of conventional track..

I had no gypsy friends,
Nor had I sweat-oozed farmer,
Never did I open my social status,
I did not borrow the grass-root touch.

No tears of mine shared the fallen girl,
Never I picked the way-side pearls,
And service but self I could not know,
In my poetry my scholarly humors go.

I manipulate society of high profiles,
With oily-tongue, contrived conference,
And coordinator of anthology I beguile,
I bribe the Power to sail my will.