One day all the poets will go to heaven

Supple words have delicately written

With poet’s soft touch

Ensure humbleness,

Through the domain of self-disrespect

Because the poetry evolves from the modesty

Not from the self-conceit.

Come welling up from the river of words

Ever growing river which exists in every poet’s dream

As an insatiate heaven,

That’s why the poet’s owe no hell

Only sweet heaven of pleasure.

One day all the poets will go to heaven

All the poets will fly

All the poets will have halos like Christ

Hipster, half mad

Or else ideal, numb.

Yes all the poets will go to heaven

Because they know how to protect themselves-

From the poisonous pierce of sin

Before they got pierced.

Like the anti-ballistic missile

Manuscript is their court of justice-

Inauguration of the poem-collections-

Is their celebration instead of New Year.

And they will have survived looking through the high sky

When the loaf of bread will fell down

Just like as fragments of poetry.

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