Poets are quiet

Almighty was so much pleased on poets
But all the poets were standing with frown faces and quiet
He asked one of his aids to know the matter
He came with request from poet on subject matter

“I want to become owner of the site” he had asked for blessings
“All right you become owner “but see nothing goes missing
No alienation of fellow poets and more over don't turn head strong
Stay with new comers and support them even if they go wrong

God gave him whatever he wanted and allowed one site
Soon trouble started brewing in and ensued the thought's fight
He wanted upper hand and tried to act as teacher
Rest all readers too wanted to be preachers

“Restrict poets to number of 100” he ordered his administrators
Poor administrators were helpless guys and under the influence of mentors
“This will send wrong signal, sir” one of the administrators pointed out
“Oh, throw them out if they object” there is nothing more to talk about

“I am head strong and will do whatever I want” he asserted
I am owner too and have the right for my views to be inserted
Almighty was watching carefully and smiled at aids
“See, this poor poet turned owner! He has forgotten the rules already laid

“What will be our next move”? How to bring him under control?
He will die his own natural death “if he does not respond to popular call
God smiled gently and reminded aids about his blessings
What were they expected to do in case he went after mad chasing?

He will be sent to poetical asylums where he will have limited poets
Rest will beat drums around him and he will watch the fate
He will watch them to perform at his whims and enjoy
We can do nothing to prevent him from getting such kind of joy

Certain people deserve nothing even if they are blessed
They stand no where even if their back history is traced
Poets are not trained by individuals and poetry is god gift

This is divine circle and in prayers form which no one can afford any shift