Agar Man

(Hopefully, man sounds like the hindi word main)

Once a divan rang me
and a-raving said "Love,
My avian, grand!
Of dreams of ecstasy and 'Gad! Nirvana!'".
And I replied, "Ha! Leaking canard! ravel'd
(I ain't yo' Va**na, Darn!")
I ain't yo' "Aha Knave! Calendar-girl" ".

And then I thought, "Who am I? "
Clueless, and yet, pondered "why?"
Maybe the truth had come home calling,
Am I my own maker?
Perhaps a player in a grand vain

To answer the question, if I must,
a spark'd speck of Cosmic dust?

For those who thought "Really?/ Why, oh God, why?": I was "inspired" to write this post after reading the twitter posts of two of my icons...
@udupendra: If poets wrote poems whose titles were anagrams of their names - http://tinyurl.com/ygjv9ce Likeable Wilma, Hen Gonads, nice smug me.
@shenoyn: Duly Raping Dirk http://narendrashenoy.tumblr.com/ RT @udupendra: If poets wrote poems whose titles were anagrams of their names