Of birds, beasts and flowers,
So casual and occasional,
Eventual and non-serious.
And for taking poetry lightly
Spoils he his poetic genius,
A poet switching over to fiction
And endowing with poetic prose,
Really, a dark genius.
A poet of the ship of death,
The dark journey of oblivion,
He is religious in poetry
A poet of the dark gods
But poetry is but verses to him,
Tidbits, rough drafts,
Sketches circumstantial
And occasional,
Autobiographical,
Overflows from the pen.

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