of their own heart, mind and soul. I like poets who don’t read their own verse but are always appreciative of the poetry of other individuals and if the need be those who read only in small gatherings, who read out diverse chunks of poetry, who recite more than the audience can chew, and who feel pleased if no one understands and reacts to their poetry. I like poets who indulge in all sorts of madness; whether it is the use of some substance or other means to nourish their creativity, who don’t wish for a long joyful life, who themselves never call themselves ‘poets’, who are not terrified of death, who consider death as their darling, and who wait for their union with death till they breathe their last.
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