Thursday, December 6, 2012

An Audience with the Master of Poets

A Master of Poet 
I disguise myself
With pangs of inspiration
and tongues that differ..

A jumble ensemble of man's tiresome mutter
I stand to create a jargon of great displeasure..
A tiresome blunder I must add
For I forsake the plain
and address the abstract
and turn up with volumes
of spoken repertoire..

I create a master plan that need no introduction
As I sit by the valleys in great derision
For I am asked by the plunderer
to seek an audience
with the Master of Poets
and I do not have his number
nay
mayhaps he will address me at
another opportune 
for My Master and Me
will dine this December.

-shobana-

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