Idiosyncrasy And Inferiority Complex

* Vanishing table manners of a deprived loner I see you have 1212 poems (currently) on PH. I also see you comment regularly on other members' work (though I don't think you have commented on my own) . I wonder why you have sent this to me without any idea of what you want me to do about it. If you could explain what you want (just my thoughts on this piece of writing?) I might be able to help. Most people wanting a comment on a poem post it on the site and invite others to read it. Paul Hansford I belong to the small Island Sri Lanka Once a British colony, I gathered few words from your mother tongue And my vocabulary is too small, Sorry Sir and I try to improve myself. A painter either famous or not his brush strikes on the canvas And the bristles never refuse to absorb the different colors. He himself has the freedom of choice. But a poet? Why all these restrictions of adjectives and grammar? If he tells of his mother tongue very few understand But his slang English some try to realize? Let him scribble as the trash bins never refuse him.