Another day begins
and the sands of time has passed many a times
but here in this world of poets
nothing changes and it seems all so timeless
that the poets here remain so bad at poetry
and lack the very skill called poetry
yet they churn poems by the numbers
and some say criticisng poets is a crime
but if this be crime then I will commit again
for till we begin anew again
and the poets improve by some pure magic
one can do nothing but lament again
wonderful.