The poet first fantasises himself
As a feather floating across the land,
And he fantasises next himself
As a cloud that rains over the parched land.
He sometimes transforms himself into a larva
That soon opens the cocoon and flies out unto the sky.
He often times listens to the musings of the skylarks or the flora
And he listens to the sweet nothings of the cosmic cry.
The poet turns sceptical about his fellow men in plight
And frowns at their swollen hearts apart.
He laughs at the miseries of a world punished by Him in fright
And then he longs to be with Him as an escort.
The poet then pleads others to kill him
Then he crawls unto a graveyard or climbs up a pile of timber.
Now he falls into a ditch dead or lies on the pyre in flames
And he wants now to smile from the above!
O poet, don`t cremate yourself like this ever
For none will ever give you that salvation!
O poet, may sense prevail upon you for sometime here
Till the world turns devoid of your good brethren!
M.D DINESH NAIR
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-cremation-of-a-bad-poet/
