'For' or 'about'!

                           For or about!
  

I know a boy who sniffs at my poems
And so I should write him one.
For or about 
I can't quite decide,
As I have known him well.
Nonetheless I will write
And let my poem tell..

He had his regards for Pound and read deep into Ezekiel's poetry.
He thought Byron to be a better romantic..
Ofcourse,far better than Shelley...

He wouldn't watch anything that didn't have a Kubrick or Godard label 
A clockwork orange he's both read and seen..
And mentions when he's asked about
his preferences in the movies..

He frowns upon me,
On finding me with a copy of
 'Norwegian wood'.
"Why would you read Murakami 
It's a book that everyone reads
I haven't read and never shall read"
This he said as he stubbed his cigarette
Holding his gaze with me!

And so I write these lines,
For I know for sure 
He wouldn't read...
But,I willingly agree with him for once,
As anyone can knock up a few lines together
And dare to call it poetry..

About these lines I'm not very ambitious
And unlike anyone,
 I rather not call it a poem
The words or the rhyme I have casually skipped,
And a poetic idea I have none
Although the few who read this 
Need to know..
I have a friend who sniffs a poet
Even before he has read one..
And I guess,I scribble down these lines
As an ode to this sleepless night,my boredom, 
And a dear friend who's not forgotten!