Whose Space? Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

Whose Space?



when ravens make a jury
and judge doves` coo
or cuckoos` neoclassical songs
the poor singers are sure to fail
at the mercy of self-proclaimed maestro.
judges now breed with hushed creed
and the true performers must care bullshit!

Tuesday, March 11, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: irony
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