A Prank

Writing poetry is too problematic As it drinks blood sucks sweat And I lost million dollars As I do not do What I used to do for earning Or what I could have been done easily In my mind yet there is a doubt What I am writing Is it poetry? If not yet they become After some good practice There is a hope one day they will be Think in another way If I stop today Will there be any poetry written by me? , So I need to continue Continuously I need support Lifting backing or pumping to inflate My deflated balloon But things do not happen as you desire Or as you plan One day a shameful incident happened As we usually introduce our poems On sites and blogs - -the same way I introduced my poem But suppose to be an expert Made such a harsh comment That in my mind crept up a doubt And my writing is not poetry And I am not a poet But does he know poetry? To check his ability I had gone for an experiment I post the best poem of my favorite poetess Emily Dickinson On which renowned critics have written volumes But that fellow again In the same way in the same tone said ‘’ This is not poetry ‘’ Knowing this my pleasure knows no bounds Because of that I am a poet And he does not know poetry.