Mozafar Ali


Dear Critic, please have reason,
To compare my work to nursery rhymes,
That’s poetic treason,
So be reasonable when your pen spits its venom,
For my pen bites back too, a thought to remember.
I write because it gives me freedom,
A chance to share a thought,
Oh, so I bore you, well that’s okay.
Now I’ll just write a poem every day,
So like a snake you can hiss,
With the pen you’re a devil,
But I’m a saint,
Then again who am I too judge,
It’s your job to hate,
In my own way I write about the world,
Whilst you’re stuck in your chair,
So just bear in mind next time, I really don’t care,
Try to read what I have to share,
Don’t look past my poetry without a care,
Dear Wannabe Poet, isn’t life unfair?

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 12, 2011
Poem Edited: Thursday, May 12, 2011

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  • Arwa Bharmal (5/12/2011 5:46:00 PM)

    This is an awesome composition!
    The message is meaningful to writers and readers, yes,
    You have announced and made clear with poets none should mess!

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