Poetic Criticism

 Sujata Bhatt’s Voice of Unwanted Girl

The beauty of form, the beauty of thought
With a strong passion, in poetry are wrought.
Dear Sujata Bhatt, you are not a Bhaat
Or you would have known what is the art.
How can a foetus hear the outside noise
Traffic, monsoon, wind or the Bombay voice?
Does Fancy forsake all her real reason
Or Nature forget all her viewed vision?

 O Mom! What made thee abort me
 For my fault that I was a she?
 Didst thou have a virgin’s shame
 Or my dad have Shikhandi name?

Your autopsy room, your pomegranate,
Your formaldehyde poetry does never rate.

 Soon thou got thyself rid of me
 And all were pleased with thee.
 Thy green sari, thy hair blossoms
 Refilled  passion  in  thy  bosoms.
 Thou crushed a flower in the bud
 And  mixed  a  fairy  in  the  mud.
 What a beautiful butterfly I would be all!
 What a sweetheart would a prince me call!
 My dreams to fruit could never set.
 No fair-sex may this planet ever get!

Music and rhyme and meter poetry needs.
True soul often sprouts this-like better seeds.
            Mother mother mother
            Look look look look look
            Look for look for look for

                                      Poetically criticised by
                                              B.R. Kumawat
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