The Critic Poem by Nash Thomas

I showed my poems,
My poems, my brain child,
My Poems, my heart child,
A well known critic,
He is my friend too,
I recalled a cartoon,
A cartoon published by a print daily,
On the front page as grasshopper,
Cutting tender plants harshly,
Seeing him, I always recall that cartoon,
I recalled the cartoon, that I enjoyed a great,
When I smile, he would know the same,
We are friends, discussing openly many things,
Seeing my poem, he claimed,
He could tell the sequence,
Tell the sequence of my writing,
Without saying anything,
I was astonished,
He marked the order within a minute,
A perfectly reverse order,
I laughed, laughed and further laughed
He is my friend, can tell anything,
He continued,
'This is my word for you, nothing more.'
I got the point within a minute,
I see the old newspaper cartoon,
Old newspaper cutting dancing in the nature,
Print daily may tell the truth,
Sometimes they may tell the truth,
Truth in the society.