I am sincere about it in my waiting
For the word and a message inside,
Proof that is needed poet’s pudding.
I have received message mutilated.
What do I do with the wrong word.
I will be proved wrong in pudding.
A fragment is what I have received
But fragments are my truth in part.
Wrong word leads to wrong poems.
But wrong words are whole poetry.
Poetry is wrong words from a night
When a whole truth gets mutilated.