The Difference by Laudeep Singh

The Difference

Laudeep Singh

The poetry speaks itself about the poet and each word states clearly with what purpose and intent it has been written by the so-called ‘poet’.

I don’t like poets who cackle and grin all the time as there is no cloaked wisdom in that, irrespective of what their dreary optimism dictates them.

I don’t like poets who are egocentric; the ones who write to advertise and sell, the ones who write to fill their coffers with money, and the ones who write for notoriety and respect.

I don’t like poets who read in large gatherings; the ones who make a spectacle of their poetry, the ones who always only read out their representative poems, and the ones who recite less and spit more to generate a wider response among the audience.

I don’t like poets who don’t drink and smoke; the ones who are afraid to die, the ones who want to live a long successful life, and the ones who themselves call themselves ‘poets’.

I like poets who cry all the time, who howl their heart out wherever they go, who embrace the glumness of life, and who denounce phoney sanguinity.

I like poets who are altruistic in their nature, who write for themselves, and who write for the contentment

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.