Treasure Island

Khairul Ahsan


Rude


When a poet becomes angry
With another fellow poet,
For whatever reason,
Isn't there a way,
To express it,
But being
Rude?


Dhaka
30 September 2013

Submitted: Sunday, September 29, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 30, 2013

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  • Cassandra Jasmine (9/29/2013 10:05:00 PM)

    Aww Mr. Ahsan. You must be talking about me! Right? Perhaps... Perhaps I have been rude, mean, and... yes, just plain rude.
    Nevertheless, I still like this poem... clear message, easy to intercept, and straightforward. I'll give it a 10. (Report) Reply

  • Princess Lilypad (9/29/2013 10:02:00 PM)

    I don't understand poets not understanding other poets. these are points of view, meanderings. very personal. if you don't get it, just move on to another poet, right? someone who fills you with validity in being human. (Report) Reply

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