poet A stayed in the tried lines
of safe society and accepted notions
and sanctity and decorum and respect;
poet B chose what one could see for oneself
and had no rules about language
and where one could go or not go;
poet A kept away from poet B
though poet B visited A as one would visit any…
poet B knew A
but A never knew B
and so A was always A
and B moved like lightning in the night sky…
and so, in a strange sort of way,
poet A and poet B
beget this funny poem
with their marks all over it
like a little baby
carries the genes of its parents
Raj, I love your poem, the style and way of presentation that is a bit different. This is an interesting piece.10+++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
interesting write you finished it very well