In University
Dead he is; his victims)
The makers shot and killed
Same is in libraries
The heroes and villains
Marx, Pushkin, Shakespeare, Freud, Lenin
And Khayyam and Rumi
New comes; old shrinks
What lies there is copy, monkey-like; all mimics.
Disgraced the gone byes; admired newly revered
Everywhere; all the same
Rows, isles, sitting books
Wanderers all around
Libraries in brain; Limited
Universities; their Heroes
Today's: Woolf, T. S. Eliot
Modernists; ancients; old
Gertrude; Picasso; and Van Gogh
It is hard
Asking of genuine
(And the right)
Sure truth can't be theirs'
(Professors')
Their brains and comments squeezed in pincers
Millions are textbooks
All of them in same range; ‘Limited'
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