A PIECE FOR THE CRACKED HEADS

This poem does not have any gods to worship nor any ancestral roots to trace and follow. This poem knows no grammatical boundaries and abide by no poetical laws. It has defied poetical kings countless times and has encrafted bravery sprinkled with disobidience in its footprints. This poem was cooked and boiled by poetic thoughts so deep they turn hellfire into a holiday resort. This poem refuses to be classified by industrialists academics and authors into any form whether epic or otherwise. It knows no rules and laws of rhythm and shadows of rhymes. This poem asks no permission to knock into your house and does not amount to constitutional protocol. A poem that is an obligation of no religion and affiliates to no political party but walk in their dimension like a dictator. This poem hardly notifies legal frameworks and utters to spit bile at basic ethic fundamental laws of nature. It has positioned itself so it can be allegic to critics cannot be touched by analysts and is dictated by no reasoning. This poem cannot be unchained by academics but only by cracked heads who have bathed in tripple boiling waters of poetic streams.