HIS IVORY TOWER

His mind a raging sea
His pen-tip a
sharpened tongue
his pen with an acid refill
his words corrosive
his mind steps up
attacks on a filthy regime round the clock
his ivory tower in the
midst of common men
his voice thunderous explosions
his presence
always in the forefront for
exploited masses
yes,
his mind is that of
an aesthetic revolutionary
the poet in him never
withdraws into a shell
keeping aloof
from everyone.
His presence, a thorn in
the flesh of rulers.
He, who is always fearless, courageous
and resolute.