What A Fruitless Glory It Is ! Poem by Tulsi Shrestha

What A Fruitless Glory It is!
Clappings for recited poem to uplift the Poor
Echoed auditorium hall, it as a tiger's Roar
The glorious achievement of great Poets
Shadowed beams of moon and Sun, a Duet

Colorful- rainbow hues of auditorium door
Beggers gazing far away from foot path floor.
Lucy they are to see creators, their fate chain
As writers, expert to create clouds without rain.

Smell of continental dinner from far distance
Street boys enjoyed saliva, breaking resistance.
Even after so many photo session with lady angels
Still a few hours left to enjoy delicious night dinner.

Hence, I plan to stroll in street to inhale cold breeze.
What I noticed there, a old vagrant with countable ribs
I handed one hundred note, thinking enough to feed
As it is a glorious donation worthy to treasure as a gain.

But his denial and offence, made me surprise in response
"I am educated as you are, but failed to save for old age
With nominal pays I used to receive not enough for survival "
He asked my certificate of appreciation, for him
Is it a permanent cure for poverty that he is facing..?

Now it is my turn to awake from illusive journey of
My grand fantastic notable performance.
Does my poem carry any meaning......?
When there is none to listen the motto of its beats.
Unless and until the govt lunches definite scheme for
Uplifting life of old and grey, infant clay and youth day.

Oh Godbestows us with ability to revive dead souls of
Owners of Skyscrapers and authority of nation we belong
To manage fund for constructive and reproductive usage
Let our donation add one more brick for construction
To create employment opportunities for marginal class.

Composed by Tulsi Shrestha
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