A House Of Critics Has Died, Now None Is There To Sit And To Review My Poetry

Poem By Bijay Kant Dubey

The house
Which had been abuzz
With the critics
Has now fallen silent
After their departure
One by one
Exiting from
From the stage
And leaving me
And poetry.

My father,
My mother,
My aunt,
My youngest brother,
My eldest brother,
All of them are gone,
Now how much lonely feel I
That you don't know,
I pray to God to take me away too.

Comments about A House Of Critics Has Died, Now None Is There To Sit And To Review My Poetry

Good one. We want you here on PH. We will replace them as your critics.

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