Blaring voice and strong signal came
Message from boy aging 9 for playing game
What game early in the morning dear son?
My uncle/auntie has wished you chase and run
You are so small and playing on somebody’s behalf, I said
“Not thinking of even your better half
You are supporting your poems on other’s name
For getting good name and earn the fame” he said
Is it not good to have many members in family?
Who has suggested you to ask the questions silly? I questioned
He was tutored to speak the language of mature
We can think at the age of nine what he has the future
This is how people are let loose and make messages
Is it the only way to find the top passage?
Why not they choose creative path and best usage?
Whole life will be wasted with the advancement of age
I have faced the bitter test of language
Unusual methods worth throwing in garbage
Still they claim the custodian of heritage?
Have they not gone berserk and mentally enraged?
Let this poem hunter be only hunting ground
New talents with innovative ideas should be found
Scrap or throw them who have nothing to offer
Let there be thousands of ideas and thoughts to differ
They have easy access to bio dates and inlet
It will be their Endeavour not anybody to let
What is here to gain and loose?
Path is open for them to go or choose?
Nothing will emerge except dirt and mud
It is utter nonsense and not at all good
Let there be discontinuance of grading system
Only entry with poems and wait for response esteem