Murder Of A Poet Poem by Arvind Srivastava

There was no sound of the blast, because the murder was very clear, a poet did not fall under any depression,
he was not a victim of any discord, he had taken care of giving a ruckus to the murder, that poet was killed by the heart of the earth. He used to sow the seeds of words, he used to give way to the forest and rivers, he used to sit for the betterment of the world,
the poet was silently in the hands of a big poet!