The Great and Needy
All the bold and strong
wilt when left alone,
any African Violet puts them to shame
for such hardy blooms thrive in the shade.
The mighty, the celebrated, need the sun
the very same sun that shines on us all,
they crave the bright light only for themselves,
that is why -
when they find themselves un-illumined,
they may turn into a little Hitler
or some other needy grim reaper.
Even poets go mad
when the world acclaims them too much,
see how they scribble in the gloom
of a lightless moon,
see how they ponder upon their genius
growing darker and weaker
day by day,
word by every anemic word.
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