Writing is a waiting game
May not come soon fame
One's hope time may tame
Let exist will-power flame

Normally a writer is poor
In poverty he will shiver
Having ever worry-fever
Goods, a writer will deliver

He will have an empty purse
This is a general curse
He will have none to nurse
Still, he will love the Universe

His life will have only miseries
With full of very sad stories
He knows not the joy of victories
He will lack basic necessaries

He will be a firm optimist
And in love a specialist
He will never show his fist
He is first in God's dear-list

What he has, he will donate
Is he not truly great?
He will challenge fate
Driving it out of gate

He will have a helping tendency
He will assist in an emergency
To benefit all, he will show urgency
He will support during a contingency

A poet is always child-like
No one he will dislike
His words will never spike
He and God are almost alike

A poet will never ridicule
Love is his one and only rule
He will misuse not poetic tool
Positive forces he will pool

Anger is to him totally strange
Peace only he will exchange
Happiness he will surely arrange
Equal to Divine is his holy range

A poet is a lovely master
Who will save from disaster
He can easily tame a monster
His poem is a true-booster

A poet is never a power-monger
To him will never come anger
He will make the World stronger
Let his glory linger longer.

M V VENKATARAMAN