DEVOTION.. Lukman Nurudeen writes

How devoted is a poet to his writing
How insomnia goes the night-- inking and inking;
He knows when the night howls and when is still
Keeps busy pouring ink into leaves with a strange quill.

A cow produces milk for man and a dog shields
A flower unfurls its sepals and a bee spreads its wax
Of all, dedicated from the tiniest to the biggest
Animate or inanimate, for indeed, poets are the best.