Shit poetry went for poetry festivals sponsored by corporates
drunk champaign
wrote about rain
flowers, cherry tree, birds, butterflies, clods, love and sex
in the midst of poverty, hunger, and misery
Met international poets
Publish hundreds of collections
Got ISBN and ISSN numbers
Got awards
Wrote columns and publish across the globe
Translated into 100 languages
and sat in the dusty bookshelves for 100 years
along with the books that no one read
At last
died of heart attack
and leading dailies published obituaries.
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