Poets And Critics Poem by Kishore Asthana

Poets And Critics



The ‘I’ who reads my poems
Is not who gave them birth
They peeped out by themselves
When I wasn’t there at all
I merely trapped them
on paper

Real poems are born
In the absence of the mind
Those too full of themselves
Can seldom write
They can become critics, though

Kishore Asthana

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