Beneath the roof that sags
we experiment our talent,
there is nothing in it, really nothing.
Don’t build castles in the air.
Like floating clouds
good, old times are gone, for good
it’s time to succumb
to do the needful----say adieu to talent.
In the meanwhile will sail
a genius’s strangeness, elusiveness
you ask for proof
there is no proof for heavenly bliss
genius comes from chance.
Yours not a polite query-
it’s a virgin’s greatest dilemma
beloveds too can have evils
castles no longer evilless shelters.