A critic knows the rules, but can’t write a good poem
He is a blind man showing mirror to others
A doctor doesn’t know to diagnose, but can prescribe
A deaf not ready to listen, may ask others to hear
A mechanic who knows theory but can’t practice
Condemns the things, he doesn’t understand.
Writing touched by him, is diseased & deceased.
A murderer killing the most promising poet like Keats
I write, I live, I see, I fancy whatever I want to
He tries to show it could have been better.
He should walk in writer’s soft shoes
I don’t have to educate anyone
But the critic may educate the public
If the criticism is untrue, don’t pay any attention
Unfair-don’t get irritated, ignorant-simply smile
Dr. Ram Mehta
Contest: I spit Fire by F.J.Thomas