I have fought many battles with poets
And poems, some are real, some are
Very imaginary and I fought with them
Not for their content but for their flow
Like a river straight from the source and
Falls into an ocean without any turn and
That gives me a burn and I glow with
Anger, I adore them for that they got
Their own personality but they lack the
Courage to face the changing reality
And they evoke in me but pure human
Curiosity, on the other hand there are
Some who jumps on the plain surface
Thinking that those will push them
Ahead of time but alas! They have
All the qualities Yet they miss the
Way to flow with the present bent,
The bent of present reality.
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