To my defender ; 18 March, 2024

18 March, 2024

TO MY DEFENDER

 

Friend ! Great times do await thee yet :

And, on this certainly thou can bet :

At thy door will knock a poor poet,

A writer on whom the mobs might be set.

 

The reliable and the faithful, the brave and the bold,

Indeed are few and far between, friend, kind friend;

If thy faithful, unflinching support thou doth not lend,

The poor poet might be left out there, in the cold.

 

Upon thee hath befallen the uncommon duty

To rise up and muster some force uncanny,

To defend a raving poet and his weird dreams,

Even if ours be the most stubborn of teams.

 

From many quarters sheer trouble might arise,

For, many will resent the disturbing writings;

Many will put on the garb of the wise,

And blast away at the irritating ravings.

 

On thy knowledge and on thy performance,

On thy talents, to be shown with brilliance,

Silently will depend the lonely writer,

Of whose future thou might be the decider.

 

Arm'd with thy very best erudition,

Support'd by some favourable public opinion,

Thou should launch into some bold crusade

To show to all of what stuff we are made.

 

Out there a great new challenge doth await thee :

Yes, the literary freedom that will set a poet free

And the freedom of expression of many a writer

Look to thy expertise and bravery, kind defender.

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