As A Critic Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

As A Critic



I am but a critic of Walt Whitman,
Of Allen Ginsberg,
Of W.B.Yeats
As I like to read and solve
The coat, the overcoat of mythology,
Untangling relationships and mysteries.

I like it the paint of mystery and mysticism,
The vagabond gypsy living,
Bohemian spirit and the company of babas and sadhus
But not always
To deviate and digress from.

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