Me, Really The Great Poem by Tulsi Shrestha

Me, really The Great
A person who is unknown to
His own family, relative and friends.
No any social identity and fame
Because of not notable performance.
He stands before his own mirror
To ensure how great, indeed he is!
When he is addressed "The Great "
For poems that he has written;
By contemporary, men of letters.
He observed an oasis in middle of desert
And melody of ripples in illusive
Surface of imagery water.
He perceived waves ofimpulse
In already drained dead hope.
He is impatiently waiting night to approach
In order to gaze sky full of stars and confirm
He is one among Literary Luminaries.
Now, he might be in a condition
To assure, his creations are indeed worthy
To be included in syllabus of Howard university.
No matter, it is a dream of A Man to participate
In Marathon and ensure gold medal for him.
But alas, he has no any limbs even to stand.!

Composed by Tulsi Shrestha
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