Buds-In-Clasps
Some poems are genuine
From my own heart
Born like a fountain from the mountain,
While some are created
Like a test-tube babe in the lab.
Some are hybrid, fused with chewed matter,
Old wine in new bottle with added flavor!
Now it is hard to decide, which one to invite
To open her veil in the enlightened elites' vale!
The natural shy one may not be shining
Somewhat odd and novice, but very much my own.
To appear in the publishing house
Should I deck them with wordy glamor
And modulate them with catchy costume
Or find some mentor to censure the volume?
No,-never!
Rather let them remain as clasped- in buds
In my dark cupboard,
Until welcomed by nature
To blossom and spread fragrance in the air !
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