Friday, September 24, 2010

इ हतेद her

i hated her so much
for only my sorrow she mulch
declaring to the whole congregation

That I had a budding promising talent

Benefiting me not nut only the nation

I only wrote for others, never for myself

My pen limited to strangers

only for their love life and politics, excetera

So as to counsel them and preach

To demystify life to them

I hated her so much

For calling this a talent

Is poetry important?

My teacher never said

Can it make a career?

The lecturer refused to answer

Limiting oneself to self audience

I will never hate you again dear

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