'Critique The Critic.' Poem by Mrs.Nazia Hamsakutty

O Vainglorious Critic,
Your vicious arrows
Won't touch my art
As it comes from heart.

O Soulless Human,
Realise the sensible souls,
who labours the creative pain.
That's a wonderful gain.

O Demanding One,
As a boomerang, it may hurt
That you are senseless
To name my child 'worthless'.

O Shuddering Soul,
Your harshness shivers you.
So overturn and see my dear-
Your contradictions, clear!

O Courageous 'You',
Don't indulge in pride
To end your life
In others laugh.

O Pompous Shooter,
Your outrageous 'citicisms',
To me, it's a song of tribute,
which enlightened my thought.

O Unscrupulous, hear -
My unrelenting End-Rhymes
Again, in your brain, it's ringing,
Infront of your eyes, it's dancing.

O Mature Lore,
Show the wisdom of age.
Your words are my oil,
In which you will boil.

O Childish Butcher,
Take your dissection box,
For an anonymous boast,
To me, it has no cost.

O Scientific Spirit,
Let me post and prove,
'Pen is mightier than swords'
And we will 'leaps and bounds'.

O Poor Being,
To me you are a Chameleon.
Without any 'ground rule'
I will 'overflow' my role.

O My Fuel,
Let me walk and run,
For this is the lovely lane,
And my lilt of lifeline.

O Sadistic Lover,
You are an eternal coal! ! !
But now I can claim,
That I am cool and calm