Treasure Island

Abdul Wahab


>>>>Dr. Writers


Creative writers
Specially the Indians who write ‘’Dr.’’
Before their names
Put me in utter confusion
Whether their formal degrees are in medical science
Or they have done PhDs
Whatever it is
I have no problem
But if they want us to take them seriously
That is for us a big concern
If academic qualifications make one an excellent author
Then all the vice chancellors would have been a magician
With their stroke of pen
Would have created magnificent poems
And Rabindra Nath Tagore could have never been a poet
As he had passed only the ninth class
And I wonder if the PhDs do not teach
The huge difference between
Academic qualification and creative writing.

Submitted: Sunday, January 05, 2014
Edited: Monday, January 06, 2014

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