Censure To Approval

Concur thee that while criticism leaves- I dread to understand what it perceives, Almighty fragments leaving it for dead And if at all - all else, it too deceives. I ask, if not for otherwords - a 'but', Not equal to the terse but minute tut! Will do, when equal option poses threat How masterful is one contained in strut. Agreed! It is important having made- And pass it on as judgment to invade Forlorn in this enquiry, heat of phrase, The privacy of thoughts to which we fade. I gloat on any verse which is approved And only they may say, "I have improved", Not knowing who they are or what they do Again, is gross disdain I am removed. Intention from the glory finding hold If mind be trained, on whether it be told The evil, from where criticism leapt; Whenever it is used it’s simply cold. To mask the said intention can but hurt, What testing chain of infrastructures blurt In which the outer frequencies resist, Who louder than you do, raised self alert? Who classifies the style in which defeats’, Have certainly out-measured sombre beat Like equaling the lungs exhaled in part; By every phrase or form when time repeats.