Poets And Critics

The ‘I’ who reads my poems
Is not who gave them birth
They peeped out by themselves
When I wasn’t there at all
I merely trapped them
on paper

Real poems are born
In the absence of the mind
Those too full of themselves
Can seldom write
They can become critics, though

Kishore Asthana

by Kishore Asthana

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