Poetical Comity

They say, “You are poor” I say, “I’m poor“ They say, “The scarcity prevails in your house and body” They say, “You are sick man and patient of abnormality” They say, “You are dead” I say, “Yes, I’m dead” Scarcity in my house and body Because I have no poetry I’m sick and patient of abnormality Because prescription of a true poet is free I’m dead, a living corpse Because without poetic wisdom life is anarchy ©Mahtab Bangalee Chattogram 31/10/2022