One who was elder, a couple of hours only, but mightier,
when he became a poet
the youngera philosopher,
didn’t like it.
The first poem, breathing, reproducing and growing poem,
was badly criticized by the philosopher.
‘Your poem will reproduce many other poems
Religious extremism,
In your name poems of bloodshed,
poems onkillings and rapes,
poems on imperialism and terror,
poems on child abuse,
poems on homosexual acts and other sex vices
you will see one day your poems will be changed into porn.
Your poetry will become ugly and you will yourself burn
all books of your poetic collections.
My imagination is seeing what is going to happen soon.
I can show you what the fate of your love poem is!
Better, you burn it right now. ‘
‘Love poem’, the poet with a smile replied,
‘So you agree it’s a love poem.
How can I burn my love poem?
With it,
love will also be turned into ashes.
By the way,
what is porn I am unaware.’