You are famous as a poet,
respected, honored & weighed.
Don’t you feel guilty
indulging in sinful infidelity?
You are a human, so fallible
with instinctive urges insatiable.
Don’t you feel the burden of social concession
on your poetic aberration?
You write on social shame,
veil yourself & save your fragile fame.
Don’t your fingers tire
Gaming long as facile liar?
You are an aged criminal
insensitively murdering manly morale.
There is no fair trial to prove you innocent.
Write on what you are & accept it as your punishment.
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Silentlips... am not sure if you are into hindi poetry or not... if you are... you' understand my reference.
ReplyDeleteYou poem reminds me of hindi poems of "Chaayawaa" era... specifically... chaayawaadi kavita in veer ras.
A powerful poem for all the poets who write just for fame. literary treasures cannot just be a plea to play a spoil-kid in the society.
ReplyDeleteSo here comes one more composition embedded with heart-throbbing feelings ,keep it up ngel n continue with same pace
ReplyDelete@ Angel. I actually am not a poet nor a voracious reader to really comment on the content of the poem and understand the underlying thoughts of yours.
ReplyDeleteQuoting one of my frineds
" This poem is realistic reflection of what some of a really matured poet who has gone and experienced the various facets of life"
OLIVA U SIMPLY ROCK
regards and loads of appreciation
ROSHAN PATNAIK