To The Critics

Don't you see my lords
My book has out and out white pages
Empty Chapters and skeleton free alphabets
No words i have scribbled,
No pattern of thoughts
No finger prints of mine nor traces
Show you are Mighty
Prove you are Potent
Burn my each end
Turn me a limpid monument of disobedience
But take my verdict
No book on myself I'll ever write...

@ Paras Ali (2015)