Thursday, December 16, 2010

The poetry of an immature poet

I am neither lyrical JOHN KEATSnor the great WB YEATSI have never reached great heightsI am in my preliminary plightsI talk about fundamental rightsor the beauty of Diwali lightsmost of my poetry is immaturebut my friends praise it very pureI know for surethey don't want to hurt my heartand never critisize my artbecause it is the most sensitive partBut I know my own limitsI have got fewer meritsthan unidentified demerits