A poet is a forgetful man
One who thinks, he can
While thinking so he forgets
Handicaps he has always met
He lives in a world of his own
That’s the way he has grown
And then there is a businessman
Would like to cook up a crafty plan
Checks up reaction from friends and foes
The moment he stands and then he bows
Understands people keeping them pleased
With others help, his job is eased
Should the two ever happen to meet
With scant regard each other will greet
Businessman has nothing to gain
The poet thinks his meeting is in vain
