What will You write? I realized that this is not the age of poetry! What could you ever write While blindness is the language pursuing all bards! I side with poets Then oppose them! This is our only pastime Poetry was the first words we uttered! Now words are futile! It’s just the trade of poets! You have to refine your letters, dear boy, To be always as sharp As the shaft of blade Then stab it therewith to be rest in peace! What benefits you to write poetry now? All that we have said since the days of yore, Passed through those heads, yet they did recover. It was as if a dog has been barking! We died on papers, hugging poems! Could people ever remember us?! Who will, I wonder, realize That deep down words lies, Every artery in my heart That was, in silence, slaughtered! What is the benefit of mentioning tears? And those who heard these words, are giggling, As if a child has joked! You fold the poem and move away, Then in your place will sprout Myriad rainbows!