Life of Poem

Many think my journey as Poem
starts when he hits the publish button.
Perhaps because only after 
this that they can read me. 
But I’ve been here for far too long.

He has spent many laborious hours in 
reading, correcting, inserting, deleting, 
replacing, arranging, organizing and
repeating the process all over again 
until I read sufficiently decent.

He thinks that it starts with 
amorphous clouds of words 
scrambled haphazardly on some 
off white piece of paper. 
But I’ve been here for far too long.

I have already spent countless 
many hours in his subconscious- 
continuously contradicting, concurring, 
confirming, confronting, contorting, 
conspiring, conciliating and canoodling.

I laugh heartedly whenever I see below
‘Copyrights: Devashish Kumar’
as if he has created me out of some vacuum. 
But I’ve been here for far too long.
Oh, he is still too naive.