What I had to say,
I’ve already told,
I won’t repeat again,
Unless you give me gold,
Okay you’ll give?
I’ll repeat it once,
Go up and read what’s written in Bold.
The font’s so big,
I think you didn’t miss,
The fact that you should,
Never read this,
For the more you read,
The less you know,
That makes you less human,
And more of a crow.
These were the words of a great man,
Of whose great works I am a great fan,
His every poem is an inspiration,
But his existence is in my imagination.
Hence, you won’t know him,
He’s an alien to you,
But don’t feel bad,
Because he’s known by few,
And none of those who do know him,
Have walked on Earth and are a part of my dream.
This was why I asked you to not read,
Because right now I am in a deep need,
To imagine weird stuff and share them in a poem,
Then write that on a paper and burn it with a flame.
