Criticism, Poetic Criticism

B Bijay Kant Dubey Bijay Kant Dubey
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Criticism is an art, The art of evaluation and assessment, Judging the literary worth, Appreciating a text. But writes criticism now-a-days Either the journalists Or the failed artists As the readers and judges? Criticism is but reading, Enjoying of the text And of putting forward comments Marking in red or blue pencils. But today those who had not to be Are also as for profession, If it not then for promotion To look professorially. But who reads today, Sits for hours and reads and writes, Labour on For critiques and comments? What did the poet, How did he, When did he, There is no time to think and brood over? Today it has turned into admiration, Mutual admiration As it is done in contemporary Indian English poetry For promotion and advertisement.

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