All the great poets…writers and literary men
   Have laughed at this circus…charged with their mighty pen

But the wild ‘beasts’ shameless…have never bowed their head
   And when the ‘arrows’ were unbearable….have bound them instead !

All the great thinkers….enemies of the beasts…
 Have been kept in some library….jokingly called high priests !

The swords…arrows and other… armory of these men
  Have been used as some toys….in the great literary ‘play pen’ !

And when the new hunters come… and write against the rules
  At first are ridiculed…..if accepted , join the fools.

They too are bound in volumes… Kept on fashionable bookshelves…
   What they say is of no value… But we quote them….to amuse ourselves !

    The unwritten fate of a writer… The unwritten law supreme.
  Is to be taught in a curriculum    ….      But….not  to fulfill his dream !

Great poets…thinkers and the like…   Shall come and go forever
 They cant change a thing….but shall fill library shelves, however !