He turns,
forgets the hollyhocks
tries to become human
accepts the stupidity.
When he could not help the hops
closed the door and gave sermons.
A horny hooch or judgement on honeydew
was tossed in dust-bin for integrity...
And deep in river, a crocodile dies
for underwater truth.
Chastity was in peril
tormented by creativity
of the underground.
Sir ! You are from my father in law's city.I have been Ajmer so many times.You have written a lot of poems.This work is continuing from your side.But I couldn't feel your words.I have always felt sorry that a person who lives very near to me and I am going to very far from his views.Why ? Poetry is not merely a collection of words.It gives some message to humanity.It produces unforgettable effect.Please write some heart touching poems like Keats or Shelley.So I may not feel guilty. I think,You will not disappoint me.Thank you Sir.Don't take it otherwise.A lot thanks again.
