Poetry

The Poem is a most elusive creature. It is like a child created by God and birthed through a woman. The poet is god and the reader is mother. Most good mothers do not throw away their babies irrespective of how they turn out. The poet cannot raise the child for the mother. The mother must raise the child. Some give up on their offsprings, some persevere. 
And the true poets can only watch from afar!

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