*modernity

I have fought many battles with poets And poems, some are real, some are Very imaginary and I fought with them Not for their content but for their flow Like a river straight from the source and Falls into an ocean without any turn and That gives me a burn and I glow with Anger, I adore them for that they got Their own personality but they lack the Courage to face the changing reality And they evoke in me but pure human Curiosity, on the other hand there are Some who jumps on the plain surface Thinking that those will push them Ahead of time but alas! They have All the qualities Yet they miss the Way to flow with the present bent, The bent of present reality.