Years of hard struggle

It takes years of hard struggle To survive in this competitive jungle Everybody adore some position and smile Some of the flowers have to stand alone for while Who will notice them in wilderness? Who will grant them togetherness? They have to gain position for survival No one may make the way for their arrival Some one may up by their natural presence They will be noticed easily by their absence Everybody may miss rose and its color Even though others may have good smell and odor Poets are like “touch me not” and may not seek Some may prefer to shy away and feel very weak They want to put their presence on big scale But small fishes are swallowed by big whale How many turtle eggs survive in race? Not many I suppose on rough face Yet they march to race on for long time I think over it silently sometimes So every species has distinct feature They are recognized and identified for sure But where is the coming up of infant poets? Have they been pushed to remain quiet? This is toughest race in world You can rule it with hot temper or cold No sentiments or pure imagery may come to rescue The highest slot is reserved for only few The poet is beautiful animal with no horns If he is passing on road people may warn May give some piece of advice for ugly show As he may unaware of self but in hurry to go Poets are generally termed or knows as whimsical Their tone may be literary and little musical On stage they may put different and powerful show The powerful oratory may excel like river water flow Hardly few people may know about his existence That too will be known on somebody’s insistence The creative work may remain confined to golden books As beautiful and testy food will not be enjoyed by cooks I wish poets to have small horns Small species not to be touched and warned Let them groom in some unrestricted area Not to beg to any body and making unnecessary plea Let us create enough space and free air Let them breathe in and find means very fair Let them not bogged down in word jugglery How the elephant looks giant with ivory? I wish it not to happen It comes to them one by one Everybody has events in turn How best can we offer in return?